Is A Double Closet Like A Double Rainbow? (Probably not)
So, this is based off of a closet that I literally had to tear down and found a door behind one of the walls. It really had no doorknob, was nailed shut, had blood on it, an old calendar and even a puddle of SOMETHING had dripped out and stained the floor. It didn't turn out to be anything scary, but this is me turning it into something a bit more...interesting. Enjoy.
A few volunteers had been sent from St. Thomas to a local home. An elderly woman and handicapped man lived there and needed some basic housework done. The first order of business was a closet in the man's room. He couldn't use most of it very easily and it had been made with a simple frame and some thin paneling.
While they worked the man watched from his wheelchair in the doorway, his mother leaning on his shoulder with one old, shaking hand. They barely said a word after having welcomed them and their silence quickly grew to encompass the two volunteers.
The paneling was stripped within an hour. After that, though, the work slowed down significantly. Behind one of the panel walls of the closet they had found a door, with a cross painted on it. The door had no doorknob, presumably because it would have been in the way of the closet wall that had been built in front of it. On the door was a calendar from 1969, which had circled dates and marked off events.
When they found the door, the volunteers were far too excited and curious to notice, but the man and old lady leaned slightly forward. Excitement could be used to describe the emotions they showed, were it a darker word.
They took pliers to the doorknob mechanism and tugged, getting almost no movement from the door. So, taking a step back from the door, they took another look. The left side of the door, where the knob would be, had been nailed to the door frame. Had they taken a moment longer, they might have noticed the small blood stain near the lock or the puddle stain in the floor at their feet. With a few more moments, they might have noticed a hole in the ceiling above them, where a watchful eye was peering down.
So, they began tugging at the hinges of the door. The top hinge came free quite easily, but the bottom hinge seemed to be rusted in place. With a screwdriver and hammer they began inching the hinge loose.
With the hinges finally released they tugged at the right side of the door. After tugging a few times the door seemed to still want to remain shut. Finally, they both heaved together and all at once the cross on the door melted away, a screech came from above them and darkness pushed out from behind the door, filling the room. The volunteers had been pushed across the room, against the wall.
Three pairs of bright green eyes stared down at the volunteers. One volunteer's final thought was that he thought there were only two people other than them. The other wondered why all of the eyes were at about the same level, where had the handicapped man gone?