It doesn’t knock.
It laughs.
At first, it feels different. Almost harmless. A flicker of something bright where it shouldn’t be. A yellow door—peeling, painted with smiling faces that seem to shift when you’re not looking.
It doesn’t wait in silence like the red door.
It calls to you.
It invites you.
It wants you to play.
Horror anthology of short stories
by The Lyions Den