The Door

The door has been shut for years.

Behind it, nothing.

Almost nothing.

But if one were to think about it,

Really think about it,

There might be something.

Something that,

If one were prone to alarmism,

Might be bad.

Might be dangerous.

Might be evil.

Did you hear something?

A faint creaking,

As if a rusty hinge had moved

Ever so slightly.

There.

It happened again.

Look!

The chain moved!

It's opening.

Can't you see it?

It's opening.

Something bad is happening.

I'm afraid.