The Mysterious Door in the Hallway

The Door That Wasn't There Yesterday I swear, I know my house. I’ve lived here

five years, alone. There are three doors in the upstairs hallway: my room,

the bathroom, and the guest room. That's it. Except last night... there were four.

I got up around 2 AM to grab water. As I walked back up the stairs, I saw it—this old

wooden door at the end of the hallway. No trim, no light underneath. Just...

sitting there, like it had been part of the house forever. I stood there for

a minute, frozen. It wasn’t sleep paralysis—I was wide awake.

I reached out and touched the knob. It was ice-cold. I opened it slowly. Behind it was nothing.