Something was in the basement. She heard it creak and step and the stairs groaned.
Hand on handle; what lurked behind the door? She waited.
Nothing came. Creak, step, and groan. She twisted the knob, scared.
Nothing came, black, blank, void.
What was behind the door? Her mind was all.
As often as he can be Aaron Black is a freelance blogger and fiction writer. He spent ten years researching and writing a screenplay about Atlantis and now likes short stories because any more rejection letters from studios that made movies like From Justin to Kelly and Catwoman would make him bitter.