Story: The Unknown Door
It was around 10:30 at night. After a long, tiring day at work, Rahat was finally heading home. The sky was covered with clouds and a cool wind was blowing softly. The street was almost empty, with only a few cars passing by from time to time.
Rahat usually didn't walk through this road. But today he chose it as a shortcut because he was too tired to take the longer route.
On one side of the road stood an old building. He had seen it before, but tonight it looked different. All the windows were dark, as if no one had lived there for years.
As he walked past it, something suddenly caught his attention.
A small iron door on the side of the building.
It was slightly open.
Rahat stopped.
Strangely, he had never noticed this door before, even though he had passed this road many times.
Curious, he stepped closer. When he pushed the door, it opened with a long creaking sound.
Inside, a narrow staircase went down into darkness. Somewhere below, a faint yellow light was glowing.
Rahat stood there for a moment.
A part of him felt he should leave. But curiosity pulled him in.
He turned on his phone's flashlight and slowly began walking down the stairs.
After about ten steps, the staircase ended in front of a small room.
The room looked oddly clean. The walls were painted white, though the paint looked old. In the middle of the room stood a wooden table.
On the table, a small lamp was glowing.
And beside the lamp… there was a diary.
Rahat frowned slightly.
Was someone living here?
He walked toward the table and opened the diary.
On the first page, it said:
"If you are reading this… you were not supposed to come here."
Rahat blinked and read it again.
The handwriting was neat, but something about the words felt strangely cold.
He turned to the second page.
"You are probably wondering who wrote this. I once had the same curiosity as you."
A strange pressure formed in Rahat's chest.
He turned another page.
"I came into this room exactly three years ago. And just like you… I also found a diary on this table."
Rahat paused.
The room suddenly felt too quiet. So quiet that he could clearly hear his own breathing.
He continued reading.
"If you are here now, it means the door has opened again."
A chill ran down Rahat's spine.
He looked around the room.
There was nothing else.
Just the table… the lamp… and the diary.
He turned the next page.
"I know you are looking around the room right now. I did the same thing. Because I didn't understand what this place really was."
The air suddenly felt colder.
He flipped to the next page.
"The most important thing is this—"
The sentence stopped there.
Below it, another line was written.
Rahat slowly read it.
"If you hear footsteps behind you… never turn around."
At that exact moment—
Rahat clearly heard it.
From the staircase behind him… someone was slowly coming down.
Step…
Step…
Step…
The diary almost slipped from his hands.
The footsteps stopped right behind the door.
Rahat remembered the final warning.
"Never turn around."
But then—
Right next to his ear, a soft whisper came from the darkness.
"Why did you take so long to come back?"
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If this post gets just 3 comments, I will upload Part 2.