A Door and A Frame
There was knock that came late at night. Deep into the night when nothing should be knocking. I stared at my door. It was larger then most. Made out of heavy wood that was painted a dark red and gold. It rose high into the ceiling and circled. The frame followed it unevenly with warped shiny light wood. Beyond it the outside rested. Miles and miles lay between my small cabin and the rest of the world or anyone of that matter. The knocking came again. The fire had died down from earlier and the room felt chilled. I did not stir, but stared still. Something moved out there. Bushes and leaves crunched and what ever it was scrapped against the large wooded walls of my keep. I peered over to the window that it was coming upon. My heart started to pound now. What ever it was, it was large. The knocking came again at the door then became pounding and I leapt out of bed moving to my axe hanging from the fireplace.
“Who’s there?” I yelled. The pounding stopped. Sticks and large thumps moved violently to the other side of my cabin then it circled the whole perimeter at brake neck speed. I went to yell and suddenly the pounding resumed. The force rocked the whole door and frame and I feared that the over-sized hinges would not hold. They rattled and squeaked. I quickly lit my lantern and hastily put on my boots and coat.I approached the doorand as soon as my hand touched the handle the pounding ceased. I shook and wetted my lips. I could feel my eyes straining wide. I turned the knob and swung open the door, axe already back ready to strike. Nothing. The cool air rushed past me and the late night sounds flooded my ears. I stepped out and raised the lantern to look around. The ground was undisturbed, the door on the outside was like it had always been. I walked to the sides of the cabin, they were untouched. I made my way back to the door and a crunch came from my boots. I looked down to see I had stepped on a amulet of sort. It was large, shaped like a star with a blue jewel in the middle. It shined an odd metallic that seemed to change colors as the light hit it form different angles. It hadn’t been there when I came out. I picked it up and returned to the inside of my cabin.
As the door clicked with a close the pounding began again. I spun around. It didn’t stop, it wouldn’t stop. Hopefully my door and frame could hold till the sunlight.
Inspired by Isolation and the fear behind the doors.
Inspired by Heaven in Hiding - Imminence