Doors

I wake in the empty blackness, which slowly lightens just enough that I can see. A large hall stretches before me, seemingly endless.

I am asleep, but a part of my mind remains awake. My guide speaks to me, and I hear him clearly.

“Tell me anything you find.” he says.

So I do. I mention something every once in a while- the grey, Victorian-era style of the walls. The crystal chandeliers that hand from the ceiling. The dark red rug that stretches the entire length of the hall. The stillness in the cool air. It is raining outside.

The doors.

To my right is a red door, my left, a yellow. Further beyond the yellow is a dark blue door made with golden trim. Beyond that is a silver door. All are made of wood.

The red red door is glowing. My guide says it is dangerous. It glows so brightly that I can see it even with my eyes closed. It hurts. I turn away.

Next is the blue door. It seems warm, but I do not go to it, as much as I want to. The silver door is cold, but something drives me to open it. I do not make this choice for myself.

Inside the room is a fireplace, off to the right. The room appears to be a den of some sort. In front of me is a desk, covered in papers. I see writing on the pages, but when I go to them, the words vanish. There is a window next to the desk. I can see the rain.

I turn to see a space on the wall that should hold a door, but it is empty. It even lacks the gold trims that the rest of the room has.

I glance back at the papers again, and I see the words have returned, but I know they will only disappear if I approach them again.

Something is wrong. The temperature is wrong. I am next to a fire, yet it radiates cold.

I look back at the empty space. I cannot see Him, yet He is there. I know His name immediately, but I may not speak it. I do not dare. Such an action will only make a demon stronger, after all. He is not the only one, but the others have yet to bother me. For now, it is only Him.

Panic begins to seize me. The walls are closing in, they must be. I must escape. The rain feels louder than before. I try to run to the door, to leave this nightmare, but I stumble, and nearly fall. He is here. He is coming for me.

I finally make it back to the hall. In the instant I look back down that endlmess hall, I see Him, and the world inverts.

Darkness.

For a moment I float in empty nothingness, solitude aside from His maniacal laughter.

I was lucky that my guide, my brother, was there to save me.

(This actually happened while I was playing a game called The Doors to Your Mind.)