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Black Door

By Willem IndigoPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
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Photo by Viktor Talashuk on Unsplash

The blowout sale and one-day-left coupons made the trip sound sweeter, leaving them in a haze of jittery anticipation for the Montana mountains. Half the savings would remain home for being, what Vick thought would over-saturate the experience. Sharp cold can be strangely calming. The smooth flight of chair-kicks paled in comparison to the vista overlook the six stopped at before the campsite. How could they not stretch their legs beyond the civilian trail to the snow-kissed riverside? Dana’s husband, Jason, spotted the hidden path into the mountain base.

Vick and Heather were going to explore it together for some alone time but catching a pissing Uncle Marv, being hunted by a snowball-wielding Garth, it became a joint exploration. That door. Yards high and cracked open, the rocky indention felt ominously inviting for a few pictures, if not a WW II discovery, except for pristine floors and flat screens producing static. Two halls, left and right, lined with thick white vault doors with tiny windows. Confusing sight treasures, they marveled. Vick only needed one window of curiosity as Heather chased her brother and Marv, trying to open one. Vick, closest to the entrance, caught a light blaring in silence above his head. “Hey, Babe?”

Jason ran in, immediate right turn. Dana and Vick didn’t understand. Vick read the signs next to each door. WARNING. If exposure leak imminent— “This way; Run!” Garth shouldered, unconscious.

“Jason, the exit—”

“Only the Black Door.”

“Where’s Heather?”



About the Creator

Willem Indigo

I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?

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  • Novel Allen6 months ago

    Did they trespass into danger. I am not sure.

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