The Door That Shouldn't Be There

Last night, Luca woke up thirsty and walked into the hallway. Halfway down,

he froze. There was a door on the left side of the wall… a door that wasn’t there

yesterday. It was thin, too thin, like someone had drawn it with a

pencil. But when he touched it, the handle turned. Inside was a narrow

room, cold and humming. No furniture. Just a single chair facing the wall

— and on the wall, a handwritten note: “DON’T TURN AROUND.” He stood there, heart slamming,

thinking it was some kind of joke. Then he heard breathing behind him. Slow,

wet, heavy breathing. Not human. He squeezed his eyes shut,