Door Haunting
I find a man using the full weight of his body trying to open a door that refused to budge. I go to help him and the door simply opens for me like any other. There was no spring or force to even close it again once it was open. We continue on as I open more doors for the man as he has trouble opening every door in our path. He thanks me and we both walk into a small room. He tells me some random story about a mirror he had hung up on the door. By the end of it, I get extremely mad at him for some reason. As revenge, I take the mirror and throw it to the floor in front of him shattering it. The man grins, and then he cackles. Regret had shot in the moment the mirror left my hands, but fear now gripped me with an icy breath on the back of my neck. Spinning my head, a transparent spirit made up of black flames stealing heat was now standing in the doorway. No defining features could be discerned through the raging flam...