Time Travel

A door appeared in my house today.
Just sort of... Assimilated itself into the wall, right in front of the exit to my bedroom.
At first, I left it alone.
Figured I was just seeing some hallucination and that it'd be gone next time I'd lay eyes on that wall there.
Saw it again as I came back to my room after work though. Dead tired and several hours gone.
Still there.

Figured I must have been either ridiculously beat from another laborous day at the job, or that I'd finally gone batshit crazy.
I shrugged it off again, undressed and just hit the fuckin' hay. Like I said, long day.
Come morning again.
Still there.
Second time around, I tried the handle. Little round brass thing.
Sure as hell shook, but didn't turn, almost zero give.
Maybe it'd always been there, right in front of the exit to my bedroom.
The door that appeared in my house yesterday, that is.
I had to leave early for work this day around, so I just left it.
Left it there until the end of the work week, left it sitting there taking up space in my thoughts.
Long days of work just spent thinking about the damn thing.
The door that appeared in my house that week, you know.
Couldn't figure it wasn't me finally going batshit crazy anymore.
Could feel the damn thing. See the damn thing.
Tried peering under the gap between the door and the floor.
Pure and total darkness. Whatever room was in there, the light was likely off.
Had to be, to explain all that blackness.
Could it be a storage room?
Come morning again.
Third time experimenting with it. The door that appeared in my house that month, you know about it already.
Tried knocking on it, for some sort of shits and giggles.
Knock.
Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Silence.
I stepped away from the door. Yeah, that was kind of stupid to try. Nobody else should be in the hou-

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Okay, I don't actually know if there were that many knocks, I was already across the house and out of the front door and out of earshot and point being I didn't actually hear if there were that many knocks.
Fuck.
I throw my hands down onto my knees, doubling into myself as my body fought to exchange carbon dioxide for oxygen.
Was it batshit crazy that I still went right back inside?
I didn't hear anything anymore that night.
Maybe I'd just hallucinated that one.
Maybe.
I didn't mess with the door for a while.
The door that appeared in my house last year, you're familiar with it.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
It'd been a while since I'd had anyone else point it out.
I suppose it's usually polite to not bring up a locked door in someone else's house, but I was thankful they'd finally brought my curiosity back.
I politely kept their company until sending them off on their way back home.
And then stepped toward the door. Maybe this would be stupid to try again.
Who knows.
I tried the handle again. Little round brass thing.
Still locked. Almost zero give.
Peered under the gap between the floor and the door.
Total and pure darkness. The light was still off, in whatever room was in there.
I stared the door up and down, hesitant to follow this all up with knocking.
I still remembered what happened the last time with that.
My eyes wandered back to the knob again.
Some small little detail I hadn't perceived before.
There was a keyhole.
It was the last and final thing to try before opting to try barging the door down. Something I'd rather avoid doing as to not have to deal with the clean-up were this all to prove not fucking worth it.
The keyhole wasn't a hallucination.
I lowered myself down, first to my hands, and then onto my knees, and then I was there.
Face to face with the keyhole.
There it was.
The keyhole that appeared just a few minutes ago. You'll know about it.

I slowly dragged my face closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer to it, until my eyeball was just a few centimeters away.
There was a light.
A familiar room.
A familiar face.
He looked at me.
It was my face.
Six years ago.
Looking at this door.
Did he understand what he was getting himself into with this?
Would he be proud of me now, having solved this mystery just to unlock a new one?
I had to warn him.
Stop him somehow.
I lifted myself up off of the floor and raised a fist.
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Okay, I don't actually know if there were that many knocks, I was already across the house and out of the front door and out of earshot and point being I didn't actually hear if there were that many knocks.
Fuck.
I throw my hands down onto my knees, doubling into myself as my body fought to exchange carbon dioxide for oxygen.
Was it batshit crazy that I still went right back inside?
I didn't hear anything anymore that night.
Maybe I'd just hallucinated that one.
Maybe.
I didn't mess with the door for a while.
The door that appeared in my house last year, you're familiar with it.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
It'd been a while since I'd had anyone else point it out.
I suppose it's usually polite to not bring up a locked door in someone else's house, but I was thankful they'd finally brought my curiosity back.
I politely kept their company until sending them off on their way back home.
And then stepped toward the door. Maybe this would be stupid to try again.
Who knows.
I tried the handle again. Little round brass thing.
Still locked. Almost zero give.
Peered under the gap between the floor and the door.
Total and pure darkness. The light was still off, in whatever room was in there.
I stared the door up and down, hesitant to follow this all up with knocking.
I still remembered what happened the last time with that.
My eyes wandered back to the knob again.
Some small little detail I hadn't perceived before.
There was a keyhole.
It was the last and final thing to try before opting to try barging the door down. Something I'd rather avoid doing as to not have to deal with the clean-up were this all to prove not fucking worth it.
The keyhole wasn't a hallucination.
I lowered myself down, first to my hands, and then onto my knees, and then I was there.
Face to face with the keyhole.
There it was.
The keyhole that appeared just a few minutes ago. You'll know about it.

I slowly dragged my face closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer to it, until my eyeball was just a few centimeters away.
There was a light.
A familiar room.
A familiar face.
He looked at me.
It was my face.
Six years ago.
Looking at this door.
Did he understand what he was getting himself into with this?
Would he be proud of me now, having solved this mystery just to unlock a new one?
I had to warn him.
Stop him somehow.
I lifted myself up off of the floor and raised a fist.
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Okay, I don't actually know if there were that many knocks, I was already across the house and out of the front door and out of earshot and point being I didn't actually hear if there were that many knocks.
Fuck.
I throw my hands down onto my knees, doubling into myself as my body fought to exchange carbon dioxide for oxygen.
Was it batshit crazy that I still went right back inside?
I didn't hear anything anymore that night.
Maybe I'd just hallucinated that one.
Maybe.
I didn't mess with the door for a while.
The door that appeared in my house last year, you're familiar with it.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
I still didn't mess with that door.
Another year.
It'd been a while since I'd had anyone else point it out.
I suppose it's usually polite to not bring up a locked door in someone else's house, but I was thankful they'd finally brought my curiosity back.
I politely kept their company until sending them off on their way back home.
And then stepped toward the door. Maybe this would be stupid to try again.
Who knows.
I tried the handle again. Little round brass thing.
Still locked. Almost zero give.
Peered under the gap between the floor and the door.
Total and pure darkness. The light was still off, in whatever room was in there.
I stared the door up and down, hesitant to follow this all up with knocking.
I still remembered what happened the last time with that.
My eyes wandered back to the knob again.
Some small little detail I hadn't perceived before.
There was a keyhole.
It was the last and final thing to try before opting to try barging the door down. Something I'd rather avoid doing as to not have to deal with the clean-up were this all to prove not fucking worth it.
The keyhole wasn't a hallucination.
I lowered myself down, first to my hands, and then onto my knees, and then I was there.
Face to face with the keyhole.
There it was.
The keyhole that appeared just a few minutes ago. You'll know about it.

I slowly dragged my face closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer to it, until my eyeball was just a few centimeters away.
There was a light.
A familiar room.
A familiar face.
He looked at me.
It was my face.
Six years ago.
Looking at this door.
Did he understand what he was getting himself into with this?
Would he be proud of me now, having solved this mystery just to unlock a new one?
I had to warn him.
Stop him somehow.