The Game Of Doors

I woke up in a room full of doors. I don’t know how I got there. It was stacks upon stacks of doors. Doors on top of doors. Doors in the ground, on the ceiling, high up on the walls. I was frozen. Scared to move. I thought a door was gonna break open beneath me. Would I fall? Would I fly? I don’t know. Would I die? My mind was racing. Nothing would give me a clue on what to do. I looked down at my feet to try and calm myself. It was a door. A door beneath my feet. I was terrified. For the door had a face. A horrible face. The worst I have ever seen. It had a long cut out smile, abyssal black eyes, and nothing more. It spoke unclear sentences. Ones I didn’t understand.

“I seek what is left,
Of this unclear game,
Who once played
Left bright as day,

Children opening, and shutting doors,
It’s all I dreamed of, all I hoped for,
Once the doors game had ended,
Children wept as they were beheaded.”

Beheaded?! What?! I screamed out in fear. I was scared for my life. Of death coming near. I ran away from that horrible door. But the face appeared once more. It multiplied and multiplied onto many doors. I was scared for my life ,of what it would say. It repeated itself. Of the game once played.

“I seek what is left,
Of this unclear game,
Who once played
Left bright as day,

Children opening, and shutting doors,
It’s all I dreamed of, all I hoped for,
Once the doors game had ended,
Children wept as they were beheaded.”

I took a chance. I was tired of this game. The game of doors. I was terrified to play. “Just open some doors,” that face told me. I opened the door, “A bright white light is all I see.”