The door was there but I wasn't.

The door was there but I wasn't.

It was a gateway to a different dimension. Was that door always there? I wondered. I slid my hands over the ornately carved wood and touched the sizeable knocker shaped like a

sagging testicle. Such an odd shape for a knocker, but I knew Grandpa in heaven would appreciate it. I knocked three time and suddenly

the door swung wide open. I peered into the dusky house interior, but no-one was there to greet me. "Excuse me," I called. "Hello?" Anybody home?"

"In the kitchen!" came a cry. The unfamiliar voice was barely a rasp, low and distant, yet it felt like the speaker were whispering in my ear. I shuddered. A shiver ran through me.

"Quick!" the voice commanded. I got out of my sheets and my senses are on alert. Slowly, I walked with light feet towards the corridor. What lies before me, has an air of mystery.

The light was unrealistic, it seemed human like. I didn't know what to say. It seemed to bark a command, but I couldn't hear it, I just knew somehow. Suddenly, I blacked out.

When I came to, the light had rearranged itself into something resembling my aunt Mildred. She appeared to be reading a philosophy book, as usual, but her eyes seemed unfocused.

money for the public toilet, and there is only one page of the Sears Catalog left in the outhouse. My panties are as stiff as a board. Wait a minute. It was gas. Never mind”.