There it lies in front of me, the one door that drives me insane. By the time I reached it, the scratching has ceased.
For what felt like ages passed, I remained in the same position as of its own accord my hand rests comfortably on the doorknob.
It was different from the others in the house. This one had fitted into my palm perfectly, unlike the rest that felt awkward and bulky.
I stayed like this with my hand on the doorknob, my hazel eyes staring into the ebony wood.
How long would it take for a quick peek? Erik would never know and what one doesn't know can't hurt. Erik would never know of my betrayal. Once my curiosity has been fulfilled I would not need to ever think of this room ever again. My conscience would be troubled no more and perhaps I would confess this to Erik on my deathbed. Or not.
A voice was telling me to forget it and that Erik has his reasons, but another argues that as soon to be mistress of this household I had every right to know what my husband hides. The latter won out.
I gripped the doorknob, the very touch burning my flesh as I pulled it open.
Darkness. That's all I see. Darkness.
Was this what Erik hid from me? There's nothing in there!
Wait!
I hear something. Shuffling…
As I gaze intently, my eyes adjusted to the blinding blackness…
My body becomes paralyzed. No! It couldn't be!
My scream was cut off as two large, hairy arms pulled me in.
The door closes and silence once again fills the house on the lake.
The End