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The Psychological Doorway

I was a university student with a major in psychology. Me and my friends, Ethan and Kiara, were in the same university. Me and Ethan took the same psychology course while Kiara took a major in art. When classes were over, we would typically just sit in Ethan’s car, talking, cracking jokes, drinking beer, and sometimes after we passed a big test or finished an assignment on time, smoke a little weed. It was during one of these sessions when Kiara showed us one of her newest paintings. She made us look at a new one every week or so, and Ethan and I always gave her a good review, even when it sucked ass. This one however, was different.

The painting was of a human head, with the top cut off, revealing the brain. There were wires going from the brain to somewhere off of the painting. The technique was exquisite. She asked the rating, and I told her my thoughts.

“It’s amazing!” I said with enthusiasm.

“Thanks.” She said with a shrug. “I wanted to make something that combined your affection of psychology with my love of art.” She explained.

“Well you did a great job of doing so!” Ethan complemented.

It was then I noticed the time.

“Oh shit! I'm going to be late for class.” I said.

Mrs. Coin was going to be livid if I was late again.

“You coming Ethan?” I asked, opening the car door.

Ethan grabbed his bag and jumped out of the car, slamming the door.

“Jesus Ethan, could you slam any harder?” Kiara asked, infuriated.

“That’s what she said!” Ethan yelled as we rushed to class.

During that class, we learned about The Little Albert Experiment. Basically, some sick freak took a kid named Albert, and let him play with a rat. Eventually, the experimenter began releasing the rat with a very loud and irritating bell. Eventually, Albert became afraid of the rat. Albert died before adulthood, so no one knew how long the phobia lasted. Ethan and I wrote notes down furiously, incredibly fascinated with the experiment.

“Ok class,” Mrs. Coin started. “Now it’s your turn. Find a not very well known experiment to present to the class. It’s due next Monday.”

And with that, the bell rung, signaling the end of classes for the day. Me and Ethan headed back to Kiara’s car, ready to start doing some research. We met up with her, talked a little, then went to our separate dorms.

The next morning, Ethan greeted us with an idea.

“Why don’t we just conduct our own psychological experiment?” Ethan asked.

I casually responded with “Because most will land you in jail and/or get you killed.”

“Unless no one snitches” He said, before jumping at Kiara, scarring both me and her half to death.

We continued our classes as normal. When lunch hit, we all met up back at Kiara’s car. That was when Ethan asked out Kiara. I was stunned. I had liked Kiara for over a year, but never had the balls to ask her out. Then my best friend asks her and she responded with an ecstatic “Yes!”. I fake smiled and congratulated Ethan for getting a girl.

“Thanks Michael, maybe someday you will find someone too!” Ethan said.

I finished my classes and went back to my dorm. Kiara went back with Ethan. I could only imagine what they were doing. The next morning, Ethan was the only one to show up to class. Kiara was nowhere to be seen. I asked Ethan about it, but he just shrugged.

“She left my dorm pretty early.” He said

He claimed she had left around 7:30 PM and that he hadn't seen her since. I believed him because he had no reason to lie. Maybe she was just not feeling good. I kept this thought in the front of my mind, keeping hope. After she was gone for a whole 9 days, I grew suspicious.

During that time, Ethan presented his not-so-well-known Experiment. He called it “The Psychological Doorway” in which some scientists attached receptors directly to the brain by means of sawing off the top of the skull, and trying to display the thoughts on a monitor. Needless to say, it did not work. I wrote down the name of the lead scientist who conducted the experiment so I could research later.

Once I got back to my dorm, I looked up the experiment name. Nothing showed up. I looked up the scientist’s name I had written down. Nada. I began to worry. Ethan seemed to have a creepy fascination with this kinda stuff. Had he maybe taken Kiara to conduct this messed up experiment? No, Ethan had just asked her out. Still, I had a bad feeling. I decided to pay hima visit, see if he knew anything.

I arrived at his dorm at about 8:00 PM. His lights were off, but I knew where he kept his spare key. I entered his dorm to find him gone, but his computer was still on. It had Google Maps open to a warehouse on the outskirts of town. I knew it. He had taken Kiara to this warehouse and performed his twisted experiments and god knows what else to her. I ran out of the apartment, not bothering to shut the door on my way out.

I arrived at the warehouse by 8:45 PM and went looking for his. It was warehouse 63. I was getting close.

55, 57, 59…

Suddenly, I felt a hard object smash the back of my head. I fell to the ground, The last thing I saw was Ethan standing over me with a now bloody baseball bat.

I awoke groggily in a dark room. I tried to move but my arms, legs, and head were bound to the chair. I slowly regained my senses as Ethan walked into the room. He was pushing a cart with a sheet covering it.

“Good, you’re awake!” he said, a tint of madness seeping from his voice.

“Wha… Where am I?” I asked, not fully realising what danger I was in.

“Im sure you already know the answer to that, my friend.” He said, a dark grin appearing on his face.

He wheeled the cart over to me and pulled off the sheet. Oh my god… It was Kiara. Her eyelids were ripped off to keep her bloodshot eyes open. Her mouth was missing several teeth. Worst of all, the top of her skull was missing. Multiple wires and cords were attached from a monitor to her maggot infested brain. The monitor was dead.

“Do, do you like her?” Ethan asked, a tint of insanity creeping into his voice.

“Here, I brought you something.” He said.

He reached under the monitor and pulled out the top half of Kiara’s head. He placed it on top of mine. I could feel the maggots crawling around in there. I think one even crawled into my ear. The stench was unbearable.

“As you can see, she does not work properly. But you my friend, my dear friend Michael, will be subject #2!”

He pulled out a hand held, rusty saw from under the monitor. He approached me, saw in hand, and began to cut. The pain was unbearable. I let out an agonising scream. I felt the flesh ripping just above my eyes. I was ready to pass out from the pain, when a loud gunshot echoed throughout the room. A crimson stain appeared on Ethan’s shirt as he fell to the ground, clutching his heart.

Turns out the police had gotten the same idea as me, but a little later. When they arrived at Ethan’s dorm and found the door wide open, they knew something was up. They determined Kiara had been dead for 7 of the 9 days she was missing. The rusty saw caused Tetanus and needed 85 stitches and 1 surgery to fix. I was lucky the cops showed up when they did.. At the angle Ethan was cutting, he would of cut off the top half of my brain as well as my scalp claims the doctor. Ethan was shot through the heart and died immediately. Kiara was tortured for 2 days before she passed. I went to each of their funerals, and mourned the loss of my 2 best friends.

Life went on as usual. I got my Masters Degree in Psychology and became a, well, a psychologist. I met my wife when she bumped into me on a cruise. We got married in Hawaii and have 2 beautiful baby girls. I was scrolling on facebook one day and saw I had a message. It was from Ethan’s Mother. She told me she had recovered from losing her son, and even had another one. She said his name was Liam and he was in the same class as my youngest daughter Lisa. I walked over to Lisa’s room and caught her on the phone. She was walking in her father's footsteps and taking classes in psychology. I asked who she was talking with. She responded with:

“My boyfriend, Liam”. My heart sank. I had eventually decided to let it go and let them be happy. One night, after me and Lisa got into an argument, she stomped off to her bedroom on the second story. After about an hour, I went to check on her. She was gone. I looked at her computer and saw an E-Mail from Liam97

It read:

“Hey, I found some cool psychology experiment notes in my brother’s old room. It’s called “The Psychological Doorway”. Spooky huh? Come over, I want to try it out!” 