The Door That Wasn’t ThereDaniel had lived in the same apartment for five years. He knew every crack in the ceiling, every creak in the floorboards. So when he woke up one morning to find a door at the end of his hallway that had never been there before, he felt a chill run down his spine.The DecisionAt first, he ignored it. Maybe he had just never noticed it before. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him.But the door bothered him.Each night, it seemed a little closer. Just an inch, just enough to make him doubt himself. Then one night, he heard something behind it.A soft knocking.The OpeningUnable to take it any longer, he grasped the knob. It was ice-cold. Slowly, he turned it and pushed the door open.Beyond was… his own apartment.Except it wasn’t.The furniture was arranged just slightly wrong. The air smelled stale. And in the reflection of the hallway mirror, he saw himself—but his reflection wasn’t moving.It was watching.The EscapeDaniel stumbled backward, slamming the door shut. His heart pounded as he pressed his back against it, waiting, listening.The knocking started again.But this time, it came from his side of the door.
