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The letter arrived on a Wednesday, sealed with a wax insignia that Alex didn’t recognize. There was no return address, just his name scrawled in an elegant, old-fashioned script. The envelope itself was thick, the parchment that felt out of place in the modern world.
He hesitated before opening it, but curiosity won out. The letter inside was written in the same exquisite handwriting:
Mr. Alex Carter,
Your presence is requested at Blackwood Manor at precisely midnight this Friday. Do not be late. Bring only your wits, and tell no one of this invitation. All will be explained upon your arrival.
This is not a request.
There was no signature.
Alex stared at the letter, his pulse quickening. He had never heard of Blackwood Manor and wasn’t in the habit of receiving cryptic invitations. A prank? Or a mistake? But something about the paper’s texture, the commanding tone, and the archaic penmanship made him doubt that. He felt he had just been drawn into something far more significant than himself.
He spent the next two days researching. There was no official record of Blackwood Manor. Late one night, he found a reference buried in an obscure historical forum. It mentioned an estate on the outskirts of town, abandoned for nearly a century. There were no photographs, no listed owners, just a footnote about a once-prominent family that had vanished without explanation.
At midnight on Friday, Alex stood before the imposing iron gates of the manor. His heart pounded in his chest. The estate, a grand structure that seemed to defy the laws of time, loomed in the darkness. Its ivy-covered walls and Gothic architecture were barely illuminated by the sliver of moonlight breaking through the clouds. Despite their rusted appearance, the gates creaked open at his touch as though they had been waiting for him.
He stepped ahead, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. The air was thick with something replaceable, a tension that made his skin prickle. The massive wooden doors at the entrance groaned open before he knocked.
From a source unknown to Alex, a smooth and knowing voice called from within the manor, echoing through the night.
“Welcome, Mr. Carter. We’ve been expecting you.”
And with that, the door shut behind him, sealing his fate. The candles along the grand hallway flickered to life, casting eerie shadows on the walls. A sudden whisper echoed through the chamber, though no one was visible. Then, the voice returned, this time closer.
“There are three doors to which you must pass through to find what you have lost. If you can’t find your way through all three doors, you will not survive.”
Alex’s breath caught in his throat. He turned, expecting to see the speaker, but the hallway was empty. As he took another step ahead, the world around him seemed to flicker—like a light struggling to stay on. His head pounded, and suddenly, the floor beneath him dissolved. He was falling into a void of darkness, his senses overwhelmed by the absence of light and sound.
Then, a distant beeping noise. Faint voices. A feeling of weightlessness.
Somewhere far away, Alex lay in a hospital bed, his body unmoving. The monitors beeped steadily, measuring a life that hung in the balance. He didn’t know it yet, but the letter, manor, and voice were all part of something more profound. It seemed as though something was urging him to fight his way back.
The first door loomed before him, its frame flickering like a mirage. His hands trembled as he reached for the handle, knowing that whatever lay beyond was the key to his survival.
He entered and found he had to walk across a tightrope to reach the second door. Alex only saw blackness below. He was afraid of heights and not very well-balanced. Alex attempted to steady himself on the rope and inch across, but he couldn’t stay balanced. He returned to the first door and decided to belly crawl across the rope to the second door. It took longer, but he eventually got there.
At the second door, he found it locked by a combination. Only two numbers would open it. Alex tried combinations endlessly, his heart pounding in his chest, until finally pushing in 00, and the door opened. Inside was a spinning floor with different sections that would align with the third door. If he chose the right section, the third door would open. If not, the floor would continue spinning. Alex attempted six different sections before choosing the straightway section that led him to the third door. At the door, he can push or pull. Depending on which way he opened the third door would decide if he lived or died.
Standing at the third door, Alex contemplated which way to open it. His life flashed before him from when he was a baby to his current age. He saw friends and relatives who had passed and noticed things he had forgotten. It would be a gamble. He knew he couldn’t go back. All the doors behind had disappeared once he went through them. His situation hit him with immense gravity. He realized that his decision would decide his fate.
This was it. Would Alex pull or push? He decided to push. As he went through the door, a bright light appeared. Voices loudly chattered. It was as if Alex was opening his eyes for the first time. Then he heard his mother’s voice,
“My God, his eyes are open; Alex, can you hear me?”
Alex, looking around at a sterile room trying to figure out where he had ended up, replied –––
“Yes, Ma, I chose to push through the door.”
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