Don’t Open the Small Red Door
Part 1 of 3
My mother always told me to keep the tiny red door in the upstairs bedroom closed and locked. She would make jokes about something coming out to get me if I left it open. It was never a big deal to me to keep it closed. I wasn’t even that interested in seeing what was in there. Normally, she would remind me before she left for work that night and I would hear her and just go back to playing my video games.
The upstairs bedroom had a slanted ceiling. I’m not sure what you call them, but it made the room look like the shape of a right triangle. It was a massive triangle. The carpet was light grey in color with small stains here and there from the previous tenants and my siblings and me. We’re kids and we aren’t always that careful with our food and drinks. Sitting between the couch and the entertainment center was a very large rug decorated with green and gold circles. This was and still is the softest rug I’ve ever walked on. The walls were painted a very light olive color and the trim was dark brown. I loved the way the room looked.
The room had very few pieces of furniture in it. It had a couch that three to four people could sit on, a recliner, and then a small entertainment center for our television. We had a couple of gaming systems that were located in that room. I guess you could call it a family room, but it was…
