Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-4202158-20141103051718

 The Door 

''' On October 31, 2014  I went to Big Bear and rented a 500 sq ft cabin in the woods. While I walked to the cabin I felt a brisk autumn breeze against my face and I saw the majestic colors of the autumn leaves, shades of red, orange, green, purple, and everything in between. The smell of tree sap filled the air as well as the sound of chirping birds. “Tweet tweet tweet” They sang. I went to the lake to drink the water. It was cold, clear, pristine, and refreshing. I felt as if a new being had arrose, I felt so alive! I was refreshed, rejuvenated, renewed. I don’t remember being this way since childhood. After drinking out of The Fountain of Youth I filled my water bottle with the lake water and I ran to my cabin. '''

''' Huff, puff. Outside the cabin I was out of breath. I got my water bottle and drank out of it in triumph. The cabin was small, only 500 square feet and was isolated from the rest of the cabins. This was the perfect location, I could have some peace and quiet, and think to myself. '''

''' Upon entering the cabin I went into deep thought about life. “What is my life purpose, what is my calling? What should I do with my life? Why?” After thinking for a long period of time, I decided that my life was only worthwhile if I was a net positive upon other’s lives, thus I had to do something that benefited others. That specific thing I never concluded, but I have tried. While I was thinking about how I would fulfill my purpose, I wandered throughout the tiny cabin, until I found myself at The Door. On the door there was a sign that read “Do Not Enter” '''



''' Immediately, my obedient nurture and my curious nature came into conflict with each other. “I must open, but I must not” My palms, pits, and head started to sweat, and I was stressed. I went to bed in order to sleep. Instead I tossed and I turned, I was restless and reckless. Anxiety rose, and I tore my hair out. “Do enter” “Do not enter” The suspense was killing me. I was hyperventilating and started to lose my sense of control. “It’s time to regain my control.” I thought. I now had a new sense of confidence, and I surrendered to my curious nature. '''

''' I walked and wandered throughout the cabin. Creak. Eventually, I came across The Door. “Do Not Enter” it stated. “I’m entering”. I replied. With that, I slowly opened The Door and peeked my head in, and then it slowly closed, squeak. '''

''' Darkness. Darkness covered the room. I remember being scared of the dark as a child, but now I am a young adult. “I’m not scared of the dark anymore” I reassured myself. With this reassurance, I wandered across the darkness and thought. “How should I fulfill my purpose?” '''

''' I wandered aimlessly across the darkness, with no light in sight. Fear sank in, fear of the unknown. I was lost, cold, alone, and afraid. What if I slowly die of thirst or hunger?” What if I never saw any of love ones again? My legs shook and my heart pounded violently against my chest. I fell on the cold, hard ground and cried. '''



''' I was all alone, isolated from the rest of the world, from the ones I loved and cared about. How I wished that someone was there with me, to love me, to accept me, to comfort me. All I wanted to hear was that everything was going to be okay, all I wanted was a warm forgiving embrace in this cold, unforgiving environment. '''

''' But that couldn’t be so, for I was all alone in a dark expanse of nothingness, how I longed for my loved ones. But alas, I cussed them out a few days ago and stormed out. What have they done to deserve this? They sacrificed the last days of their lives to take care of me and then I tell them “I hate you.” I treated them like crap, and now I have gotten what I have deserved. Remorse filled my body, my mind, my spirit and I fell on my knees hitting the cold, hard ground. I closed my hands and prayed. '''

 “Lord, forgive me, for I have wronged my family and my friends.” 

''' “You don’t deserve forgiveness!” A voice replied. '''

''' Tears flowed from my face. Soon I became extremely thirsty, hungry, and tired. Soon more voices filled my head '''

''' “Must drink, eat, and sleep. Must survive” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"> “I don’t deserve to survive, I deserve to die!” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' “No, if you don’t live, you can’t make things right, now stop this nonsense and survive! '''

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' Eventually  I wandered in search for water, food, and shelter, with my body slowly decaying with each step, with each crawl. Each individual step and crawl even longer, more grueling, and more painful than the one before. With each successive step a piece of me lost. Gone, forever. It was a miracle I didn’t die. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' Eventually, I saw a beacon of light, a beacon of hope. It was the Door. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' I trudged slowly to the Door. I wanted to reach it, but I knew I had to pace myself, for if I went to fast I would pass out, but if I went too slow I would never make it. I recalled the stories from childhood, the best time of my life. I recalled the Tortoise and the Hair, how the Tortoise was slow yet steady, and one the race and I recalled the Little Engine that Could. “I think I can, I think I can” I slowly but surely crawled to the Door, with each crawl confidence and hope boosted. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' I was finally at the The Door, it’s light gleaming to my eyes, I was nearly blinded,  I was nearly passed out too from the thousand mile journey. I needed water, food, and shelter, lest I die. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' A note and a pen fell from The Door, it stated “You shall get food, water, and shelter now if you will sign your name on here. Warning: By signing this your worst fear shall come true. With what little energy I had, I immediately signed the note, not even noticing the fine print. I opened The Door. Squeek. and stepped into the cabin creek and there was food, water, and shelter. I ate, drank, and slept, I survived and was satisfied. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">''' A loud shrill scream. I looked out the window. Blood was slowly gushing out of multiple innocent men, women, and innocent children. Sharp cries of their pain pierced through my ears. It wasn’t only the blood and the pain of the innocent, but the blood and pain of my loved ones. I tried with all my power, with all my blood, all my sweat, all my tears, with all my mind, with all my strength, with all my heart to save them. But I couldn’t save them. Gravity became 100 times the amount of force as usual, and I could barely move, and I definitely could not save them, despite my everything. My worst fear has come true. Every person I love and care about is being slowly tortured outside and I cannot save them. '''

''' A sharp pang of guilt pierced through my heart. “This is all my fault, and my fault only. They are suffering all because of me! I deserve to be slowly tortured, not them! This is my fault and my fault only!” I hyperventilated *huff puff huff puff* shook and trembled. A cold shiver went down my spine. My body burnt up, I was on fire. My heart pounded harshly against my chest. I sweated all over my body and I felt nauseous all over and I vomited violently. I trembled and shook and I couldn’t breath whatsoever. I felt dizzy and I nearly passed out. My sense of control was lost. It is all my fault. I cannot save them. All I can do is write down these events, so that you, dear reader, will not open The Door. '''<ac_metadata title="The Door (First creepypasta. Hopefully it isn&#039;t too bad.)"> </ac_metadata>