Doors are creepy because they sit at the boundary between the known and the unknown. When a door is closed, it invites our imagination to fill the silence on the other side: what’s waiting, watching, or listening just beyond the frame. A slightly open door is worse, suggesting something has already passed through, or might at any moment.
They promise safety when locked, yet also trap us in place, turning protection into confinement. In horror, doors become thresholds where control is lost, where crossing over means leaving certainty behind, and that uncertainty is often far more frightening than anything we can see.

Today’s phenomenal story is ‘The Game of Seven Doors’, an original work by Short Cake Slayer, kindly shared with me via the Creepypasta Wiki and read here under the conditions of the CC-BY-SA license.