The Red Door

c h a p t e r - o n e

Hello there, just another fair warning to all you folks who are not comfortable with reading sinister or horror content, it's alright to click away from this one book.

Although...

I must say, I'm not exactly not going to give you the fright of your lives but still, just saying.

Also, if you are the type to listen to music while reading, I highly suggest listening to:

Cherry Wine by Hozier

It fits the chapter as of now, like y'know since it's going to be a bit depressingly euphoric. I'll be throwing many Hozier songs at you guys. Hozier has the sexiest voice, he's suitable to sing any kind of song.

Without further ado, have a safe read sweethearts ;)
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~C H A P T E R O N E~
|the final goodbye|

For the last time, I stepped out of my body.

Leaving my physical vessel laying there on the bed. Leaving this world finally. Walking hand in hand with my son, Diego. His tiny, grey fingers clutching my large, slender ones.

We smiled at each other. His face was rotten, skin peeling off, dried blood that once had trickled down his face the time he had got hit by a truck. Black, empty sockets in the place of where his beautiful honey brown eyes once were. His cheeky little grin, one that reached his eyes was no longer there. Instead, all I saw was empty sockets and a dark smile make its way up on his grey face.

Dios mio. It's been quite a while since my baby's life was greedily striped away from him.

His cries, the way he wailed my name when his little body went limp as soon as the truck threw his body flying into the air and landing a few feet away with bones cracking and blood spilling all over the place.

Mama
Mama
Mama

The way, every time I heard his distant cries, I would hear a demonic voice replace my Diego's voice.

I had lost him. Way too soon.
I would hear his cries for me.
Every. Single. Day. As if it wasn't already enough haunting to get nightmares and see his shadow and hear him laughing around the corners of the house.

We looked forward and walked out of our home. The term feels quite unfamiliar now. It was a home when I was with Diego, and we played hide and seek and the way I could quietly hear him giggling to himself as he hid in the most obvious spots. It was home, when I called for him and pretended not to know where he was and immediately lifted him into the air with his contagious laughter spilling out of his mouth. It was home when our family was one. And we had the least of worries.

Now it's just a large house filled with foreign furniture with foreign family photos hanging on the wall and foreign memories.

As we stepped onto the front porch, our surroundings changed into a dark blue atmosphere. Although, it was summer in the real world, the temperature had dropped quite a large number in the dark world.

We watched as many dark silhouettes popped out of hiding and made their way to us.

Whatever you do, do not make eye contact or any kind of contact with these figures.

I remember the first time I came here by myself. I had drifted out of my body, completely unaware that I had the ability to do so. I was practically shaking with fear and jumped at the slightest of sounds and my eyes widened and felt as if they'd pop right out whenever I saw the creatures in here.

I chuckled at the memory, the irony of it.

Diego led the way further into the darkness of the woods. The only sounds that accompanied us were the crunching of leaves and stray branches on the ground beneath our feet. The air was layered with thick mist, blocking our vision of the woods ahead of us.

A large mansion with no sign of light inside stood its ground in front of our small figures. Without a word, we marched our way inside, my stomach felt lighter and I felt happier.

Today was finally the day.
The day of freedom.
The day we waved goodbye to the real world that we'd let ourselves grow so accustomed to.

I put my hand on the door handle and the door loudly creaked open. A blue lantern waited for us next to the door as if they already knew we were coming. I picked it up, immediately our path in the small distance was illuminated by the little lantern.

The stairs cried every time we took a step, reminding us to be gentle or they'd simply give away into the ground.

A few turns and more stairs climbing later, we saw the red door.

It stood in front of us in all its glory. Our final destination.

I removed the silver key. The key had just laid helpless in my mother's old box. We finally found its key purpose. (See what I did there)

I jiggled the key inside and turned the little black door knob.

The door unlocked, and we welcomed the life or might I say, the lack of life in the dark world with open arms.

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A/N

So that was the first chapter, I know you must be quite gobsmacked. I know, so am I. I have no idea how I'm going to write the next chapter, well guess we're both going to have to wait.

Yes I wrote the most clichéd beginning, I gave you a peak of the ending, and since y'all have no idea wtf is happening, it's safe to say that this was harmless.

BUT

As we move forth, you'll start to piece the random puzzle pieces I've handed to you right now. It's all worthwhile. Please trust in my unsure ways of writing. I shall hopefully deliver to you your desperately awaited explanation.

See you soon.