Deadly Doors(Revised Now)

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I was running. My bare feet pounded against the wet soil, and I would repeatedly trip over stray twigs and branches. Over time, my feet were beginning to feel bruised and blood began dripping along my toes. Horrid pain rushed over me and my feet longed to quit moving. Yet I knew I couldn’t stop, if I did, I would surely die. Behind me, a moan howled into the inky night, sending chills through my spine. It was getting closer; catching up to me.

I should have never entered this new world; my foolish curiosity was responsible for my endangerment. There were these horrid creatures that roamed in this forest. They were nothing I could compare them to, nothing I had ever seen, yet I knew they only meant one thing…death.

I forced myself to sprint; the door coming closer into view. I was going to make it back home, going to live. A faint, victorious cheer roared in my head. Yet, another loud wail echoed in the darkness, definitely louder than last time. I told myself not to look and yet I turned like a fool.

The beast was there, its paws thrashing the wet soil, its bloodshot eyes locked on me. The hunger was in its eyes, his desire for my flesh and bones, to feast upon my skin.

Its eyes were hypnotizing. I couldn’t take my eyes off the horror I saw, the creature progressing towards me. It was pulling in my curiosity because when I tried to think about something else, a sharp pain pierced through my head. Not observing where I was running, I struck against a pine tree and my body fell instantly.

Dizziness from the blow overcame me, my vision blurry. However, I could now see the door, in sight, ten feet in front of me. There was the entrance I so foolishly came through earlier, my way back to safety. Back home, away from this deadly world. I missed my mother significantly. The last time I had seen her, we had an argument about this door. I wanted to see the door’s uniqueness, now I regretted my decision. I had told her that I hated her. Now I wanted to take it back, to say that I loved her. To prove how much I appreciated her.

I forced myself to crawl, each inch sending piercing pain swarming up my bloody feet and faint head. The wolf’s cry was only a few feet away. However, the beast’s howl was different than before, victorious, as if he had won the chase.

No, I tried to yell out, but nothing came out. My throat was too weak and scratchy.
I clawed at the ground, my fingers digging deep into the cold, damp earth, pulling my body along. It was only a few feet now. So close, I could make out the texture of the door. It was in my grasp, only a few more seconds, I thought.

I struggled to turn the knob of the door, yet I opened it in time. The door opened with a screech, I was ready to jump through the doorway. I braced for myself to cheer, my heart beating fast now.

I let out a shriek, my eyes widening in dismay. It was another red-eyed creature, there waiting for me through the doorway. It was enormous, white fur covering its skin. Its drool rolling down its sagging lips, its pouncing posture ready to leap upon my weak body.

I had opened the wrong door. I couldn’t fathom the idea of there being more portals in this world. Gateways to different worlds. Doors to death.

I backed away, the red-eyed creature growling, its eyes fixed on me. Another snarl made me cringe; it had come from behind me. I could feel the creature’s hot, clammy breath moving along my fragile neck. Sniffing me, fiercely licking my neck. I dared not look, it was over. Home was not even a memory now so I closed my eyes, ready to meet my fate.

A force pounded against my body suddenly and I let out a scream of resignation. The two creatures faced me now. Their burning irises stared into mine. They were famished orbs glinting with victory. Eyes of death.