'Once, there was a door that would lead the lost children to the place where they would be lost no longer,

A Door, that had many faces, leading to countless destinations, one day however, a man came upon the door, and decided to use it

For cruel act's, he walked through the door seeking its home.

He found it... and, discovered he could look into a child's dreams and make them into nightmare's,

He laughed, and laughed, and, eventually, when children started searching for the door, they found it... only to reach a bloodied end... by the hand's of the man... he to, being only human, died, but not before placing a curse onto the door, "the child who enters this place, must find my name, or die in vain." He said as he choked his last breath.'

The woman told her son and daughter.

"Mama?" The girl asked.

"Yes dear?" The woman enquired.

"It wasn't scary enough..." her twin brother finished.

"Ugh..." the woman groaned in irritation.

"Fine, I shall tell you, the story of how my older sister died, and it has everything to do with that accused door." She told her children.

"When my sister was twelve and I was eight, we were living on a farm, with our father, our mother was visiting with relatives at the time...

My sister, Lorain, was helping me find rocks for the garden, when, she spotted the door it looked just like our bedroom door, if only we had listed to our mother... she told us to never approach unexplainable happenings... but we did.

And it was my fault, I was the one who opened it and ran in, my sister running in behind me, we played in what looked like an old fair ground until the sun set...

But we couldn't find our way out... WE COULDN'T LEAVE!

All around us there were doors, in the fair grounds, on the floor, on the building, even in the merry go round, hidden in sight.

I found a letter, I couldn't read too well, especially since I wasn't wearing my glasses, Lorain snatched the note from me and read it, I don't remember the specifics, however... I will never forget the terrified and frantic expression my sister had...

It was either play the game and risk both of us, or one of us give up our soul for the other to live in piece...

My sister... she yelled to the world we were in, each word, she spoke, the world slowly turned into doors, countless, everywhere... Doors Doors Doors...

Blue, black, pink, purple, green and brown, so. Many. God. Darn. Doors.

First the sky, then the rides, the tents and finally the ground...

I remember my sister shouting, 'take me! Leave my sister out of it! If you want a game so badly, you can play with my life until I die! Just leave Erica out of this!!!' She shouted a lot more, but that's just how much I can remember.

After that, red lines began to appear on my sister's body, and blood began to drip down her neck from her eyes as she continued to scream to the doors, a trap door underneath me opened suddenly, and all became black... when I came too, only one school photo had my sister in it, I kept it, mum and dad forgot all about her, even her birth certificate ceased to exist, her friends forgot about her, no one knew I ever even had a sister, but I did, Lorain, was erased from this world except for one school photo... a photo I still have, a photo I will take to my grave... for in that photo, is a door, and although my sister never ages, she never stays in the same place when you look away.'

The fraternal twins looked at each other, "I saw that photo..." started the girl, "we always wondered why you kept such a creepy thing.." the boy continued. "Like that around" they finished looking at each other.

"Well... story time's over, go get some rest now..."

She said as she closed the door slowly as it creeped shut the light off, the room becoming pitch black, as The rainbow door creeped shut once more.