The door at the top of the stairs was blue.

It was a bright baby blue, the color of the sky outside.

The stairwell, however, was dark.

We found it oddly enough in the kitchen.

That was the next room that we had decided to investigate.

It was a large kitchen, which made sense, given the grand size of the house.

They were large gas stoves and cavernous double sinks.

The entire staff would work in that room easy.

They looked like nothing had been touched in a long time, maybe not ever.

Except of course, the coffee maker.

It still blinked a feeble red in the corner next to the refrigerator, or a refrigerator

that we had opened only to find absolutely nothing inside.

That had been disconcerting enough until Heather noticed the dark stairwell and the blue

door.

It's very presence that set a chill down my spine.

It didn't have anything strange on its own, but it felt strange.

Until Heather had pointed it out, I hadn't noticed it.

But not just noticed it, it was like I couldn't notice it.

Like my eyes wouldn't let themselves settle on the stairwell or travel up the steps to

what lie to head.

She was like my mind wanted me to just skate over it to stay away.

Just here it was.

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