The Locked Door (Part-2)

Don’t touch it. Don’t go near it. Don’t try to open it because if you do you will regret it. Jack shook off the memory and ignored the door. Soon it and this house wouldn’t be his problem anymore.

The next day Jack woke up early to go talk to Nancy, the less time he spend in this house the better.

“Oh I was about to call you,” Nancy said when he walked in.

“Why have you been showing the house when I didn’t give permission?”

“Oh well I had several people ask about it, so I wanted to give them a tour so when it did become available it could be a quick sale.” She smiled.

“That wasn’t ok. I should have been informed.”

“You’re right. Well since you are here let’s get down to business. Everything seems to be in order. I just need the key.”

“What key? I gave you all the keys I had.”

“But I already have these keys. I need the key to the locked door.”

“If you already had the keys why ask for mine? And the locked door I don’t have a key for.”

“Wasn’t it given to you with the rest of the house stuff?” Nancy asked.

“No. Just the deed and papers.”

“Well do you know where the key is? I can’t sell or process the house without seeing every room.”

“No, I don’t know where it is. In fact, I don’t ever remember that door being opened. Why not call a locksmith?” Jack shrugged.

“I already did and they couldn’t make a key. It’s a special lock apparently. And until you find that key or a way to open the door I can’t finish processing the paperwork.” Nancy said standing up.

Jack got back to the house and was angry. He had to stay here longer than he wanted. He didn’t want to leave and come back; he wanted this house dealt with now. Jack tried to think where the key could be so he went to his parents’ office to look. After about an hour he found a key so he went to the door to try it, it didn’t work. Frustrated Jack kicked the door, it didn’t budge and Jack screamed. He grabbed the doorknob and shook it and to his surprise the door opened.

“What the…”

Jack looked inside the room and didn’t see anything. It was pitch black he didn’t even see a window. He left the door open and went to get a flashlight. While looking for a flashlight he found a letter from his parents. It was about the door, he didn’t read it though. Flashlight found he headed back to the room when he heard a knock on his door. It was Nancy.

“Can I help you?” Jack asked in a rush.

“Yes. I was wondering if you made any… The door’s opened!” Nancy said pushing past Jack.

“Yeah, I just opened it.” He said following her.

“Why is it so dark? Where’s the light switch?” Nancy asked walking into the room. Jack was about to follow her when he heard her scream. He grabbed the flashlight and showed it in the room but no one was there not even Nancy. Jack went back and got the letter and read it. Apparently, the door was a gateway to another place. It only worked one way or at least that’s what his parents thought. It didn’t say how it worked but it did say only the owner of the house could open it.

“That explains a lot,” Jack said to himself, “No wonder they didn’t want me near it or why we didn’t have guests over. It also explains the rumours about them being serial killers.” He looked around and wondered how many people vanished inside the room or even if that’s where his parents went. Jack was curious about the other place but also didn’t want to get trapped there. Maybe he would continue his parents work on it. They left behind notes so he could or he could just leave. According to the letter only he could open the door so no one else would get trapped on the other side. Curiosity got the better of him though. He decided to stay and try to figure out how it worked. He could get volunteers from the town, he thought, they did want to see what was in the locked door.