While cleaning out the basement in my house, I find a tiny door, set into the far back wall. The door is a perfect replica of the one that is set into the front of my house.
I open it. Inside is a copy of my living room, exact in every detail. It is while contemplating this odd occurrence that I see him.
Another me. A tiny me.
I dash up the basement steps and throw myself face-down on the couch, terrified.
I feel the breeze on my neck.
I look up to see the eye that fills my doorway.
Author’s Note: Discovering all the weird nooks and crannies of a new apartment or house is one of the few non-miserable aspects of the moving process. Usually you don’t discover hidden passageways or portals to alternate dimensions, but it never hurts to look. This piece started life as a much longer story that never quite worked. It works much better now, I think.