Beyond the door she was almost certain she could hear voices, nothing distinct, more like hushed whispers.

Had the others decided to come back for her after all? She almost called out but something stopped her. What if it wasn't them? What if it was someone else? Her logical mind said it could be homeless people, vagrants, unfortunately her imagination was conjuring something entirely different.

She had almost reached the door when there was a strong smell seeming to enter the room from under the door. The smell of something rotten. Backing away from the door she gasped in shock and something like fear as the doorway seemed to get hotter and hotter.

Then to her horror the door disappeared, nothing was left. No open whole, nothing but unblemished, unyielding wood panelled wall.

Beyond where the door had once been the whisperers were getting louder as if they were coming closer....