It started as a shared secret among friends, but by the time people started going missing, it became clear that everyone in town was experiencing the same thing. A dream of the same door.
Through town meetings, we discovered that the dreams started at different times for everyone. Some had just started dreaming, while others were drawing closer to the door every single night.
I wanted to tell them all that last night, I dreamed my hand was pushing the door open. I fear that tonight I will find out what lies behind, and I will never be seen again.
