The Door That Vanished

My apartment layout is simple. Bedroom. Bathroom. Kitchen.

I know it well. Last Sunday, I noticed a door I had never seen before.

Between the bathroom and the kitchen. I assumed I just never paid attention. That night,

I heard something moving behind it. Slow footsteps. Dragging sounds. In the morning,

the door was gone. But the wall was colder there. And every night since,

something scratches from the inside. Like it wants back out.