There was a mysterious looking door, it was rather old as the doorknob had rust and some of the paint was chipping off. I couldn't dare myself to open the door but I wanted to just stare at it. My brain was telling me to sit and look at this door. I went over to the kitchen and grabbed a chair. I pulled it right in front of the door. I sat in the chair steadily and calmly, the chair didn't make a single screech. The house was quiet, not a sound at all. I didn't want to look at this door but I was. It felt like if I was forced to. Suddenly, I hear a noise coming from the mysterious door. I want to open it, I want to see what's inside bur my body couldn't move at all. I was stuck on that chair. I was screaming on the inside. Another noise came from the door. Every time there was another noise the pain became to hurt more. I felt if I was stuck on a electric chair but, with needles sticking through my skin. I heard a big bang, like if something or someone had hit the door. It was the same thing for over 30 minutes. But at last it ended, at least I thought. I could move again.. I immediately got up and pushed the chair away. I started to walk away but no. My body forced me to go back to the door. I sighed as I walked back, I was getting hungry. All of a sudden blood started to come out of the door.. I got closer. And yes, I know I shouldn't do that for obvious reasons but bare with me. I got closer and then the door opened. I lifted my head up immediately and I saw it.