“Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.” -Francisco de Goya
They say there are doors. Not ordinary doors (although they appear very ordinary, and some of them don’t appear as doors at all), but doors to other places, other times. Doors you can step through and never be seen again, or have never existed in the first place. Doors that lead to uncannily wonderful lands, and doors that lead to your darkest nightmares. Some of these doors are locked, and some are open, and some appear and disappear in less than an instant.
Behind every strange door is a strange place, and in every strange place, there exist strange creatures. Sometimes these strange creatures might be helpful, or at least indifferent. More often than not, however, these creatures are ugly, fanged things that would like nothing more than to rend your flesh and make a meal of you – or worse. Sometimes these creatures just want to come to our side of the door and bring someone back with them. Some kids say there’s a war happening on the other side of those doors. Some kids say the monsters just like having a collection.
“Every door is a door opening to another door!” ― Mehmet Murat Ildan
The adults all say you’re making it up. Every door is just a door, every monster is just a tree scratching at the window, or the house settling. Every missing kid is an unfortunate story, but just the way life goes sometimes. There might have been a time when the adults knew about the doors or the monsters, but they got old, and they forgot. And one day, you will too.
But for now, you are among the few who knows that something lurks beneath the surface of every creak, scratch, squeak, and bump in the night. You are one of the only ones who knows that when you open doors, sometimes you have to cross your fingers behind your back so you don’t end up some place you don’t intend to be. You know the reasons the other kids tell you not to step on cracks, or why they don’t go to dark bathrooms and play Bloody Mary anymore.
Only you and the other kids know about the doors and what lurks behind them. And that means you’re the only ones who can stop whatever plans those things have.
“The door’, replied Maimie, ’will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.” ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens