The Shadow People are Angrier than Usual

I saw a door again today. Two, actually.

At work I saw one standing near the back of the children's section. I hope none of the little ones went through. No one else seemed to notice it.

Then, this afternoon, after I got home, I was heading to the shower when I noticed that the bathroom door didn't look right.

I saw dark patches on the walls fleeing away from it again and realized it looked like the door from work, and the one that appeared in my living room.

The screaming in my head became painful once again, but I wanted to know what was going on, so I forced myself through the agony. I nearly died, or at least it felt like it. My head is still throbbing.

I grabbed the doorknob and turned. Inside, I saw a large city. But there were no people. There were no sounds of daily life. As I watched, it just felt...wrong.

I felt myself drawn to it; I knew I had to keep away, that these doors were something terrible. But I moved toward the doorway anyway.

I almost stepped through.

Next thing I knew I was waking up in my bed. I must have blacked out. Did the shadows take me to bed?

They are so upset with me now. All I hear is constant yelling in my head. I want it to stop, I just want it to go away. But it won't. I keep hearing the sounds of things breaking all through the house.

I think they might go through with one of their threats this time.