TW: Mention of hanging

 "I'm scared, John," Clara whispered in his ear. "We don't know what

behind the red door!"

I yawned at the screen. The movie me and my friend Caul were watching was called The Red Door.

"This is boring, Caul," I moaned, chewing the last bits

of popcorn. We were in Caul's basement, staring at an old 80s TV screen. Caul was a bit of a freak, with his eyes always bloodshot. His eyes were always red and sore which scared kids away from being his friend. My mom forced me to befriend him after a chat with Caul's mom. But I agreed, Caul was a freak.

"Keep watching," Caul urged on. "You're not a wimp, right, Jack?"

"Of course not!" I scowled, going back to the TV.

"We have to save my sister, Mary! And she's in that door!" John's voice called from the TV.

He pointed led to a creepy door at the end of the hallway.

"B-But," Clara stammered, "we'll all die! You are dead, John! And you know it—"

Clara, who was clutching John's arm, got thrown away by John. Clara fell to the floor, whimpering in pain.

"To hell with it then!" John bellowed, walking to the end of the hall, and dashing straight for the door.

"No, John!" Clara shrieked, scrambling to her feet. She ran after John, yelling his name. "

"Come back, John! Please!" she pleaded, begging.

I watched carefully, intensely gulping down popcorn and spitting the brunt bits onto the floor.

"You better clean that up, Jack—"

"Shut up!" I hissed, not wanting to miss the last part. Chills went up my spine as the hallway that Clara and John were running through seemed to be stretching.

"John, no!" Clara shouted in vain. John arrived at the door at the end of the hallway. Except, it was pitch black, not red.

"It's not red?!" I demand, spitting at the screen. "Bastards!"

"No cussing, Jack!" Caul cried out. I rolled my eyes, my attention going back to the TV.

John reached for the doorknob, clenching it. John turned it.

"NO!" Clara screeched as the door creaked open. There was nothing, just an empty room.

"Mary?" John breathed, panting. "Mary—"

A body flung from the ceiling, hanging on the door. The body hanging was lifeless, obviously dead, rotting from the guts. Blood oozed from the body's mouth and down its neck which was held by a rope. The body dangled—its eyes pure red like a demon.

"Mary!" Clara and John screamed. Suddenly, red blood dripped from the ceiling and onto the black door.

"Clara, run!" John yelled, turning back. "It's too late—"

His body dropped dead to the floor.

I leaned closer to the screen, almost falling off the couch. It took me a minute to realize what was going on. I expected Clara to run or scream but she didn't.

The view shifted to Clara, whose eyes were pure red.

"She is the killer!" I yelped, falling off the couch. I groaned and stood up. The camera shifted back to the door which was entirely covered with blood.

"That wasn't a good ending for a horror movie," Caul frowned. "By the way, could you grab the broom in the storage room?"

"Where is it?" I asked.

"End of the hallway,"

I turned to face the hallway and gasped. There was a red door at the end.

"Caul! Have you seen this?" I shouted, turning around. Caul's eyes were fully pure red.