The Red Door

Sam woke up and relized that he was in the middle of a dark vacant street.  Not knowing how he got there, he started to walk.  Looking at his watch Sam realized that it was 2:00 am.  The street had an erie feel to it, but nothing out of the ordinary for a deserted street at 2 am.  As he strolled down the street, he could hardly noticed the rows of house with their dull designs.  Same just couldn’t take his eyes of this red door.  The home that housed this red door was a distance away at the end of the street.  For some reason, Sam became mezmorized by this door.  The uncanny sounds of  the night didn’t phase Sam one bit.  Picking up the pace, Sam finally approached the door.  Something in  Sam’s gut told him to just go in, but his mind told him to just go home.  Not knowing what was going to greet him on the on the otherside of the door, he opened it.  After a flash of light and a shreek of terror, Sam found himself in a bed.  Taking in his surroundings, he realized that he was in his room safe and sound. 

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