Not
the door under the stairs,
crudely
hidden behind the wardrobe;
I
mean the one papered over,
covered
with paneling under that,
bricked
in,
replaced
with something else entirely.
That
door.
It's
still there, you know,
been
there since long before the house was built,
will
outlast the house.
If
you can find it, and go through,
you
won't come back,
that's
the thing,
do
you stay there because you want to?
Are
held prisoner/killed/transformed into some hideous thing?
Hell,
I don't know, but somebody is going to find out,
like
the privileged few have before.
This
time, it could be you.
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