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Doors to a Nightmare

A dark and dense canopy over their downy heads and a crimson petal path blazing ahead of them, a pair of golden twins skipped and frolicked through the glooming forest.

Airy and light as the tiny giggles that rang around them, their feet feathered them along the path until they presently came upon a sparkling table and gilt chairs. Spry things they were, the twins fell upon the set with glee as shrill as a lark's.

Fragrant, lacy aromas drifted around the pair as they sipped sweet apple tea under a drooping rose tree in full bloom. Pale rosy lights filtered through the emerald leaves above, shrouding the little boy and girl in a halo of gold.

Tea and fragile cakes gone, the twins set off down the red rose road in giddy search of adventure. They skipped and danced as sprites would, trailing their white hands in the gurgling crystal streams and along low-hanging boughs laden with silvery fruits.

Amid a lively game of leap frog, they came to a door. This door was a lovely shade of green, much like the kind you'd find in a sweet mound of clover. It was inviting, tempting, but when their fingertips grazed the firm wood the paint fluttered off like snowflakes.

The invisible yet crisp pulsating aura emanating from the portal not only disturbed the trembling twins but intrigued them. They and the wild hearts crashing against their ribcages wished to go around the tattered door.

But the stubborn thing wouldn't have it. The pair soon discovered that they must pass through if they so chose to continue their journey.

The world within wasn't altogether undesirable, but something dreadful raised the fine hairs on their slender necks. The calm, busy villagers in this emerald world appeared normal, boring even, but there were heated murmurs of an immortal queen caught in the ears of our twins. Their fair noses scented the occasional breath of decayed matter.

Within five slow ticks of his gleaming watch they were out and travelling the rosebud street again.

The second door was blue and not nearly as old, for the pain was still fresh and sticky on their skin as they stepped through with audible excitement.

Here—oh, here—lively trees and animals swayed, danced happily with the people who sang lovely wonderful duets with the wind. Their music, so sweet yet melancholy carried the children amiably through the ringing world, leaving a coppery tang like blood in their mouths.

They nearly expected the third door to be what it was; red, smooth, dry, and tall. Here the crimson petals of their road faded into nothing more than a solitary set of scarlet footprints in the damp grass as the forbidding arms of the black and deep woods began to close round them.

Combining to one horrid nightmare came the elements of their journey; the sighted red carpet of blossoms, soft branches and waters in their hands, decay piercing their noses, tang of copper blood on their lips.

Blinding sensations confuse, contort them, the woods close about them, and with twin shrieks it is over.

Here again is the golden door, open, ready.

The next race has begun.

A/N: This is my humble twist 'n' take on the popular song Alice Human Sacrifice. I'm not very good at writing horror/mystery/scary fics, but I try my best at all genres! Please read, enjoy, and review! Thanks, C.D.M.