Flash Fiction

Just A Crack

The bedroom door was open again. Just a crack, a hair, as his mom used to say. Dim light from the hallway shone through, momentarily distracting him from the fact that it was open.

Hadn’t he closed it earlier, though? Not all the way, just slightly over the frame. Sighing, he got out of bed to close it over again, shutting if fully this time.

An undetermined amount of time passed.

He woke up to the sound of the door opening. Again, not by him. But not all the way, just a crack.
Now he was afraid.

But it was just the door, and his own hallway beyond.

Matthew Spence was born in Cleveland, Ohio. His work has most recently appeared at Bluepepper.com.