The Door isn’t locked.
Dylan Rainford.

You’re sitting on the toilet having your own private time. You’ve got a book open in front of you, you’re on the 155th page, you’re enjoying it. You figure you’d get some reading done while you’re home alone for the evening. The door is locked 4 feet beside you to your right, locked by force of habit. As you’re sitting there, the lights above you flicker going out for only a second causing you to look up from your book. You noticed a face with no complexion starring at you and as quick as you see it it’s gone.
‘What the fuck?’ you say out loud without thinking, you stay fixated on the mirror for a little longer, you can’t wrap your head around what you just saw. Your eyes slowly make your way back down to the book in your hands. The pages are black to your surprise. You gasp and try to figure out what is happening, you flip through the pages like a mad man, trying to find some sort of writing. You flip to the 312th page, the words THE DOOR ISN’T LOCKED are staring back at you. Your head turns towards the door in shock, the book was right. Your eyes are fixated on the door, what the hell is going on?! Under the door you notice something moving, something is making it’s way under the door. An eternally long grey finger slides under the door and climbs up to the door knob very slowly.
You have no time to think about what to do, the finger wraps around the door knob and turns. The door slowly opens, standing before you is an indescribable creature, jaw ajar with rows upon rows of fingers for teeth. It advances in on you, you open your mouth to scream but nothing is heard as it devours you. You’re never seen again.

Happy pooping

Credit To: Dylan Rainford

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