THE PORTAL
Jolene stares into the pulsating black and white pattern on the wall. Her eyes fall heavy as it morphs into a glassy liquid portal between two sycamore trees. A hand reaches through, motioning for her to enter. She can almost make out a form on the other side, a dark silhouette of a man. She looks up, trying to meet his gaze, but there is only hollow emptiness through the watery wall. The hand snatches her neck and jerks her through the portal where she is locked in a putrid embrace, and the stench of old death permeates the room.