The door creaked open, revealing a long-forgotten hallway. Dust and cobwebs filled the musky space. A foul odor wafted from the passage way on a stale wind, kicking dust up into Kevin’s eyes. He coughed and fanned the air, turning back to the rest of his remodel crew.

“This certainly wasn’t on the master floor plans,” his coworker Ralph remarked.

“No shit,” Kevin quipped, turning on the lig...

Charlie stood facing the door for an eternity, expecting the next step to get easier, but it didn’t. Something welled up in his chest, just above his heart and below his neck. It wasn’t exactly pain and it wasn’t exactly love. Thanks to Dr. Thornton, he realized that it was a longing for days past. Charlie often thought that life before therapy had been easier. He didn’t have to acknowledge all of...

The door creaked open, revealing a long forgotten room.

Julia walked inside, breathing hard, scared to fall through the floor. She walked slowly, steadily. She saw a torn chair and a picture of a old lady on the wall. This was a old place, she thought. She started taking things, when she heard a groan. “Aaooouuurrrrrgggg” was the groan. She heard it in the right direction. She realized that ther...

the door creaked open,

rupturing the superficial silence.

dust danced on the sunlight,

like tiny woodland fairies.

the musty sent of old books and comfort

filled the air.

the floorboards creek beneath bare feet as i breach the undiluted atmosphere.

the wallpaper, the color of faded forests remembered through foggy memories, rolls itself off the walls.

heavy over stuffed bookshelves lean on t...

(CW: past death of a family member, grief)

The door creaked open, revealing a long-forgotten room Jack hadn’t seen in nearly thirty years.  It was coated in a thick blanket of dust and stank of mildew and sickness, and perhaps something more sinister underneath.  The blue paint that once brightened the walls was now dull and peeling; the wooden floors were splintered and rotten.  They groaned wit...

The door creaked open revealing a long forgotten room, I gasped in delight as I saw the bounty before me. Dusty light filtered down from a cloudy, web covered, skylight. Tall, intricately carved shelves spanned from ceiling to floor. The shelves, though caked in grime, had vines climbing up the sides; the leaves turned upward desperately seeking the light. In between the ferns and leaves, peered m...

My brother, William, passed away in the summer when I was 12 years old. He

was 18. Two days after the funeral, my parents cleaned his room, put

everything in its proper place, and shut the door. They didn't lock it; they

just shut it. Nothing was said about staying out of his room. However, none

of us went in there again. It was like a grave-a sanctuary for the memories

my brother.

I missed him t...

The room was forgotten, desolate. There was a window that had been boarded up, allowing not a shred of light to pass through. The musky odour wafted like a grey fog through the vents, its pungent odour an insult to any human nostril. As the door began to creak open, a sickly black cat meowed frantically and ran out. Edging forward, she thought to herself if she should really go there again. Into t...

The door creaked open, revelaing a long time hidden room. The room was dark and covered in cobwebs. Three of the walls were made of mirrors. The last wall was a bookshelf. The shelf was full of mysterious bottles some of the bottles had old pices of paper on them with faded writing.

There was one that seemed to call to me. It was a shiny purple bottle without a label. I grabbed it off the shelf ...

The door had been closed for thirteen months. Locked away, like everyone thought if they didn’t look at it, it wasn’t true. Like it didn’t exist. Like he never had a bedroom. Like there weren’t so many moments spent there. Like they were supposed to just forget all of that, pretend it never happened, and just move on. But her brother was still in her heart. And that room, behind that closed door, ...