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Door to Nowhere
by Suzanne Madron
The door led to nowhere. It was exactly thirteen feet from the ground and as far back as anyone could remember, it had always opened onto nothing. Not that anyone from the village had ever see it open at all.
The occupants of the building claimed there was a wall where the door should be located and not even a floor or staircase level with where the opening would be on the outside of the building. As far as they could tell, the door must not have been used for hundreds of years. And life went on, with the curiosity of the village’s inhabitants unsatisfied, though some of the villagers attempted to open the door through use of ladders and liquor-coated bravado.
The day the door opened was the day the villagers wished they had never spoken of it, never passed the rumors and stories on, never objected to the application of the building’s owners to wall up the door on the outside of the building, and never laughed at the suggestion of the group of drunk men with their ladder who claimed they would open the door.
It was too late for any of that, now. Too late to go back and erase the portal, too late to forget the stories, too late to stop the drunkards with their tools and ladder, and far too late to close that gaping black space in the wall of the building. Too late to stop the strange and long-legged creatures as they emerged from the shadows of the open door.
Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
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