New Door

It’s been two weeks. I’m exhausted. I go through the doors. Over and over and over. It closes behind me. Disappears. It looks like it’s my house but it isn’t. It can’t be. Every time I go through one of these doors it changes more. I’m tracking the time through my phone. How long I’ve been here. I’m worried that it might stop working. So far, I’ve been the only thing in here. I haven’t see anyone else. Luckily enough, there’s been a phone charger in my bedroom every time I’ve come through a door. I try to keep it fully charged because it might disappear the next time I go through.

I don’t understand what’s going on. I’ve eaten the food here, it tastes normal. Hasn’t made me sick. This clearly isn’t normal though. I’m still convinced this might just be a very long nightmare. The house feels off, somehow. I know things have been slowly changing the further into it I go. I don’t think I’ve ever been in the same ‘version’ of my house twice. I started writing on the walls with a sharpie. Just my name. In case I ever end up back in one of them.

This place creeps me out. It’s… uncanny. I’m a little worried as to what might happen if my phone stops working. You guys are the only contact I’ve had. Sometimes, I think I’ll never get out. I don’t usually say it but I miss my mom. I slept in her room last night. Well, this version of her room. Her dresser was different. It’s usually black, to match the rest of her furniture. It was white this time.

Sometimes, I think I’m hearing something in here with me. I didn’t hear it the last few times. It sounds like an extra footstep when I walk. Or a faint knocking near the door—which is now in the bathroom—when I walk near it. I think my mind might be playing tricks on me, because I haven’t seen any evidence of anyone else here. I’m probably going crazy, but I swear it’s there.

I went through the door. I brought my phone with me. I guess so I can call my mom, maybe? Not sure what the thought process was. What’s the protocol when a mystery door pops up? Anyways, I went through it. It opened back into my bedroom, this time. Which is weird. Or well, it looks like my bedroom.

…this is stupid. I blame you guys for voting yes.

I’m going to stick with “not my bedroom” because I walked in through my bedroom. I don’t know if there’s a difference though because they look exactly the same.

what the hell. No. Nonono.

the doors gone.

the one I walked through? Yeah. It’s gone. Like vanished. The door to my actually bedroom is gone. Oh I shouldn’t have listened to random people on tumblr. Fuck.

shit. Shit man. I mean.. I’m panicked, but I don’t know why really? I don’t know what this place is. It looks my my house. This is bedroom. It feels familiar. Even if something just feels off about it.

I took a quick peak. I looked through the whole house (yes, the door led to my entire house. Or is it a copy of my house? I can’t tell.) and the entire place is the exact same. So, nothing weird. If you ignore the whole context. The door still hasn’t reappeared in my bedroom.

…but there is an extra door in the hallway now. Great.

well.

tumblr to the rescue. If I can even reach you guys through here.

June 5th, 2026

I think I found it again. There’s an extra door in my house. I thought I was dreaming when I saw it last week. It looked the same as all the other door in my house, it just wasn’t where it was supposed to be. It’s like it… moved. It was in the hallway and now it’s in my bedroom. There’s not even anywhere for that door to open too. It’s the wall between me and my sister’s room.

The last time I opened it—I guess when I dreamed I opened it—it was like walking back into my house. The new door in the hallway was like working through the front door.  

It didn’t feel right. It felt off, somehow. I don’t know why. It looked the same. Everything was where it was supposed to be. It just felt funny.

Should I go in again? To figure it out—if it’s a dream or why it felt funny—and explore?