There's a door in the middle of the forest. No one who has ever gone in has come back. Your job is to guard anyone from going in. One night, you hear a knock on the door. – Reddit

There's a door in the middle of the forest. No one who has ever gone in has come back. Your job is to guard anyone from going in. One night, you hear a knock on the door. – Reddit

It was a night like every other night, back to the door. Normally, I would bring my Nintendo 3ds to keep me occupied, but my God damn kids took my charger while I was sleeping. It isn’t all bad. It really isn’t. I normally find ways to entertain myself in the night either by writing or reading. I would even spend time thinking about things I learned.

I make it to the post and relieve Frank so he can get some sleep before his 8AM Class. He is trying to become a chef, which I cannot be anymore thankful for. I have become his guinea pig for his latest recipes and a fan of his Potato Soup.

“Good Evening!” Frank shouts as he sees me approaching him. “I have more Potato Soup for you!”

“Any new ingredients?” I said, trying to not to sound too excited. I probably thought about his cooking more than I like to admit. I may be married, but my wife is the queen of the frozen family dinners. Her specialty is Lasagna, Salisbury steak, rib patties, and Parmesan chicken. Repeat. All frozen and just twenty minutes in the microwave. I don’t mind. I really don’t. I just think it would be nice to try something home made.

“It’s the original potato soup!” He said as he picks up a deep pot. “I have a lot of it, and I know you like it.”

“You know it will be gone by morning.” I said as the normally routine joke that we always had. I reached for the pot and inhaled deeply and my mouth fills with saliva.

“Have a good night!” Frank says as he disappears into the night.

Now, I have to spend the next ten hours watching a door. What’s behind the door, you wonder? I wish I could tell, but I am not quite sure myself. Some farmers, who stumbled on it while looking for their kids, recently discovered it. They think it’s like a gateway to hell or something like that. Who knows? I needed a better job to pay for the American dream. It was either that or to get out of the house and away from the wife. I’ll let you decide.

Hours have passed and the Potato soup was pretty much done for. I sat firmly at the post as I was anticipating something bad to happen even though nothing ever does.

Knock, Knock, Knock! KNOCK!

I jumped. I normally wouldn’t admit, but I was not expecting someone to be knocking on the door from Hell or whatever it leads to.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

As much as I thought I could ignore it, I really couldn’t. There weren’t any protocols for someone knocking, but I was raised not to let a ringing phone go unanswered. I wasn’t going to let the door go unanswered. So I opened the door.

Five little men came out. They looked almost like Oompa Loompas from that Willy Wonka movie, except that they weren’t that weird skin color. The men went straight to the pot. They had to stand on their tippy toes to look inside of it like they had to verify the contents, then two of the men grabbed the pot and carried it out of the door as the last three men stood guard at the door with giant grins on their faces.

“What are you guys?” I asked. They just continued to stand there and grin. I was confused and curious on what was going on so I tried to look over the three guards. Then, out of nowhere, one of the men pushed me down. It was almost body builder strength. Seconds later, the two men came back out with another pot of Potato Soup.

 The End.