He lunged for the handle and threw the door open. The hallway was empty, silent and smelling faintly of floor wax.
Elias didn’t sleep that night. He watched the clock, the digital numbers ticking toward the impossible. At 10:13 AM, he stood in his hallway, staring at the door. Through the thin wood, he heard the distinct click of a camera shutter. download (1).jpg
The image wasn't a ruin. It was a high-resolution photo of a plain wooden door with a brass number 7 bolted to the center. It looked remarkably like the door to his own apartment, right down to the small, jagged scratch near the handle. He lunged for the handle and threw the door open