Magical Entrapment

“We’ve all looked at doors and wondered what lies inside. A warning, never look inside without permission. You might not like what you find!”

I wrote this story in answer to the following prompts:

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie– Photo challenge — The picture above by @Pobble365
FOWC with Fandango  — Hint
Fandango’s Story Starter — First Sentence

Magical Entrapment

He could feel the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he slowly edged down the darkness shrouded hall. His rucksack lay heavy on his shoulders, by his calculations he’d plundered several thousand in jewellery and technology from the house. Now, to escape with it.

Metres from the front door, Drew’s eyes caught the light from the mirror on the plain cream wall. In the gloom, he could tell the mirror was surrounded by a frame of miniature brass door handles. The glass was etched with mysterious symbols. What they were, he couldn’t even hint at with such little light.

A noise echoed from the top of the oak-panelled staircase.

Drew felt his heart hammering in his chest, this was no time to get caught. He opened the door and step outside. He was hit by a sensation akin to walking through a wall of water. It felt solid and icy cold as his vision turned green.

Then he was standing on the doorstep surrounded by impenetrable darkness. It was as if the world beyond the front door had vanished. “What the hell!” he panted as he fought to catch the breath stolen from his lungs by the shock.

With no choice, he turned around. He was standing in front of a grey steel door daubed with lurid green and white graffiti. The door was set into orange, white and blue stone walls. “Shit! This isn’t the building I just burgled!”

Glancing between the missing world and the mysterious door, revealed he had no choice. Grasping the door handle, he pushed it open and stepped inside.

He felt his body stiffen as he went through the strange cold sensation as before. When his faculties returned, he found himself staring into the abyssal darkness again.

Spinning in the white stone threshold, he found himself facing a black wooden door behind black iron gates. This building had orange and yellow stucco walls. To the left were black painted metre cupboards and a post box.

Drew was hit by the warmth here. The temperature and design of the building reminded him of Spain. Taking a deep breath, he pushed through the gates, stepped through to the door and entered the building.

His vision faded to green and he was hit by the cold wall for the third time. Shaking himself, he gasped at the dark void beyond the tiled threshold.

“What is this!” he felt his whole body shaking with fear as he turned on the doorstep. Now, he was standing before a pair was rich wood panelled doors, flat round brass door handles. Oddly the white porch and orange walls needed painting here.

“Let me leave!” Drew yelled as he seized the handles and marched through the doors.

Shades of green, coldness of a wall of water, then the inky darkness returned. “No!” Drew spun around. Posh double black doors in white frames awaited him. A half-moon window was inset above the doors. Both were surrounded by unpainted concrete walls. According to the plaque, this was house number one.

Drew kicked through the doors. He felt himself go through the same sensations. He was sweating profusely as he spun away from the black void where the streets should have been.  He saw double green doors, with a half-moon metal grate above. These were set into yellow stone walls. To the left of the doors, the wall was daubed in graffiti. To the right an etched square proclaimed this to be number thirty-one.

“Come on! Give me a break!” Drew pushed his way through the doors again.

His vision turned green as he suffered the cold wall of energy. Once more he was faced with the impenetrable nothingness beyond the threshold of yet another building.

This time he saw a single orange door within the white stone porch. Like the previous, it had a half-moon grate at the top. Plants grew along the wall to the left, above them were a plaque bearing the number forty-eight, and a cable leading to the doorbell.

Drew pressed the bell and heard no sound. A scream of desperation forced its way out of his lips. He shoved through the doors and felt the same sensations again. This time he collapsed into a sitting position against whatever door was behind him. Screwing his eyes shut, he began rocking back and forth. The realisation of being trapped in his interdimensional maze of front doors was becoming too much for him.

“It amazes me that someone who enjoys entering front doors so they may steal whatever valuables lay inside, can become so scared of them.” said a crystalline voice.

Drew opened his eyes. He was sitting in the hall of the house he’d robbed. The strange mirror surrounded by brass door handles was on the wall opposite him. Standing at the bottom of oak steps was a lady with fox-red hair. Draped in a soft green gown, she had a strong, serene energy about her despite the look of displeasure on her smooth face.

“Well, do you speak?” she questioned while folding her arms.

“I — yes. I’m sorry. This is the only way I can get money to eat. Please, let me go,” Drew managed.

“That’s a lie. There are foundations and charities among other places you could visit for help. You choose to steal for other reasons, don’t you?”

Drew sucked in a deep breath as he stood, his mind went to the right pocket of his rucksack full of stolen items. That pocket contained his last spliff.

“Yes, that’s it. You choose to steal so you can buy that don’t you?” the lady looked him straight in the eyes. “Well?”

“I — how did you know what I was thinking?”

“Not too bright, are you? What do you think was going on with the doors? Magicians’ illusion perhaps?”

Drew glanced toward the door and back to her.

“Oh, don’t bother running. You still won’t get out,” the lady smiled in a way that made her look quite evil.

“You-you’re a witch, aren’t you?” Drew backed away from her. “What are you going to do to me?”

The lady chuckled, “While I can turn you into a nice, fat frog. We’ll leave that to the fairy tales, shall we?”

“I’d appreciate it.” Drew removed his rucksack and held it out. “Please take this back and let me leave,” he begged.

“Well, that’s a good start. Thank you.” The lady accepted the rucksack. “I will lift my entrapment charm under a few conditions.”

“Anything,” Drew said desperate to escape with his life.

“Fine. You will promise never to steal again. You will promise to get off those drugs. You will promise to seek help and make yourself into a better person.”

“I promise to do all those things,” Drew replied with a solemn look.

“Good. I will know if you don’t. If you enter one more property unlawfully. If you take one more illegal drug you will reappear in this hallway and I will punish you, understood?”

“I understand.” Drew glanced at the door again.

“Very well.” The lady uttered something in an unknown language. All her belongings levitated from the rucksack and return to their places within the house. With that, she handed the rucksack back. “You will find some food inside there. Please return to me if you need some help and remember don’t break your promises!”

“I won’t, I promise,” Drew said. His nose told him of sausage rolls and cake within the rucksack.

The lady walked across the hall and tapped the mirror with a long fingernail. It glowed blue, then green before returning to normal. “Goodbye and good luck, Drew,” she said as she pushed the door open and revealed the street beyond.

“Thank you.” Drew stepped outside and ran away as fast as he could. It was the last time he’d ever enter a building without permission.

The End


Thanks for reading my friends.

There’s more in the Poetry CornerPoetry Nook, and the Short Story Collection

Have a great day!

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      1. My brain hates words that sound the same and mean different things. I always write the wrong one first!

        Incidentally if you click into your comments you can find and edit your comments on other blogs there too.

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