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Iím afraid of doors.

Iíve sat in this chair for forty-five minutes, staring at the door with the chipped paint.

On the other side, I have just left behind some hellish, alternate dimension.

And a strange, scaly Demon who gets closer with every door I open.

Opening a door in this rented house leads me into the nightmare.

Opening a door there leads me back to the house.

I canít leave. Iíve been going through doors for days.

But I canít stay in this room.

My hunger is overwhelming.

I stand up, and hand trembling, I reach for the doorknob...