I couldn't make myself grab to turn the knob. So instead, I'd get up and walk to the door, only to feel the fear come across my neck and spine, forcing me back to my bed. I groaned to myself in regret; it was my choice to listen to those stories after all. After a few minutes of staring at the door, I finally worked up the courage to walk up to it again. I felt every hair on my neck stand, goosebumps coming across my legs as a heart-stopping terror came over me. It was not so much the fear of the dark but the fear of what was out there.
The bathroom was only a small step from my room. But the chance of something being there was what kept me at bay. I could look under my door and see the darkness on the other side, the surge of nothingness that wrapped under it, my lamp being my protector and keeping it from stretching into the room which had gone from my tomb to my fort of solitude. The eerie melodies of infantile fear penetrated my brain, making it harder to grab the brass-colored knob.
For now I continued to sit in my bed, staring at the door. I was trying to rationalize with myself but there was no reasoning. I was scared, scared to death, but I needed to leave. I needed to leave as soon as possible. I couldn't risk it, though; something was there; I just knew it. Sweat was still dripping down my face as I still had goosebumps all over. I reached for the doorknob; the motion of my hand felt as if it took millennia to move. It moved forward inch by inch, slowly creeping its way to the bulbous, brass knob which would open the void of darkness and unseal whatever lay in it. Then a shock of cold, my hand had met the knob. I slowly turned it inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter. The keyhole turned as if to show I was turning everything around by doing this. Finally, it met the end, and I heard the soft *click* of the door. I pulled the door back but with no creak to accompany it. There was no noise to interrupt the night as the door crept open. Then blackness, a blackness like no other. A void of emptiness that seemed to span vast for miles on end. I put together the courage and leaned forward, forcing the muscles in my back to poke my head out the door and turn to see what horror would face me. It was the kitchen... The soft light illuminated it and made it glow with a warm light. I looked at it but didn't calm down, I had done this many a night, and each time ended the same way. Looking down the hallway while in the darkness, in the sea of black, in the space of negative light, something looks back at you.
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