The mystery of an unopened door, by Natacha Alexandra Martins
- Natacha Martins
- Nov 28, 2025
- 2 min read
The Mystery of an Unopened Door
August, 2024
The door stands silent, cloaked in mystery,
an untold story just beyond the wood,
tempting your mind with imagined history.
The door handle shimmers, inviting.
You raise your hand towards it,
the heat reflected is striking.
It singes your palm, your digits ablaze.
You feel gripped by the mystery
and the images your mind portrays.
You twist the lever,
the door gives way.
A breath of night escapes the frame,
its chill wraps around you, you halt your pace.
The floorboards creak beneath your weight
as mumbles grow and shadows wait,
to unveil the truth or seal your fate?
A cold wind moans, a distant cry,
figures shift in the corner of your eye,
their hollow gazes pierce the gloom
as something ancient stirs the room.
The air turns thick, your breath runs thin,
you sense a presence crawling in.
And as you step, the darkness grins.
Spindly, malformed fingers escape through the gap,
they coil around your wrist in a vice-like snap.
You fumble your escape from the merciless pressure,
only to realise it’s a fruitless endeavour.
A foul breath whispers from the void’s embrace,
“I’ve been waiting, now don’t you haste.”
The shadows surge, devouring the light,
as you’re dragged closer into the infinite night.
Just as the darkness closes in with a final snare,
a distant, eerie sound; an echo of despair.
As you’re pulled deeper, the walls pulse with a grotesque rhythm,
and the floor beneath you churns like a living, breathing organism.
Your screams are swallowed by a hollow, mocking laughter,
eyes, countless and hungry, your heart quakes within.
You feel a razor-sharp claw trace at your skin.
A voice dripping with malice perforates your ears:
“Welcome to the end, where nightmares begin.”
Published: September 30, 2025
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