“You’re seeing this too, right?” I asked my girlfriend. I scrolled through the photos I sent her as we were both on a call together.
“Yeah, where did you get these from?”
“I took them myself.”
“What, when?”
“Earlier today. Check the details on them.”
“Wh-where did you take these, then?”
“Out our front door. You wouldn’t believe me otherwise. I almost don’t believe it myself. I needed to show someone, I thought I was going crazy.”
“What do you mean? Our front door?”
“Watch the video.”
I sat on the call and listened to my girlfriend as she watched the video in real time. I didn’t need to watch myself, I was there.
The video was your typical shaky cam first person perspective. I walked around the livingroom area of our flat, giving a sense of space and perspective of what our flat looked like. “So, here’s where we live. This is the living room,” the camera panned back to the kitchen and where the bedrooms were, “there’s the rest of the place…” I spoke in the video to help ground things as well, prove to my girlfriend it was me and this was real.
The camera panned back to the front door. “This door is meant to go to the entry of the unit block.” I went to the front door and opened it. I figured people would think it was fake no matter what I did, so I just opened the door and showed a couple of different angles of the field out the front of my place.
I could hear my girlfriend gasp on the other side of the line.
“This is what’s here now instead.” I stood there, showing the great outdoors. I walked around, panning the camera to show more perspectives from inside the flat. I stepped back to show how the light came in and refracted off the floor. I hoped these were the small details that proved it was real.
“And here we go.” I stepped through the door into the field. I panned the camera back around to show the tree trunk I walked out of. “This is where I came from.” I walked around the trunk, showing how much smaller it is than the flat I just walked out of.
“What the fuck?” My girlfriend said out loud as I walked through.
I looped back to my front door, now showing the inside of the flat from outside, how the livingroom stretched far beyond the dimensions of the tree.
I spun the camera back around to show the open field. “This is what I walk out to now instead.” That’s where I ended the video.
“What… how did you do that?” My girlfriend asked.
“I didn’t do anything. I just opened the door to take out the recycling one day.”
“It’s been like that for days?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you know where it goes to?”
“All I know is it’s not somewhere here. As in, on Earth. At least I’m pretty sure.” I noticed I got no phone service as soon as I went through the door. Even turning on my phone’s GPS didn’t pick up anything. I tried an offline maps app and got nothing from that either.
All that proved was the door took me somewhere with no reception towers or satellites. It may not be another planet, it could also be a door to another time.
“You didn’t – like- do this on the computer or anything, did you?” I could hear trepidation in my girlfriend’s voice.
“I wouldn’t even know where to start with something like that. Where would I even get the footage outside?”
“I don’t know. It’s just, this can’t be real.”
“It doesn’t seem real to me either. That’s why I took the photos and the video, I wanted to make sure someone else was seeing this too.”
“How far have you gone… out there?”
“I’ve walked around the tree and gone out into the field a bit. I haven’t gone out of eye line of the front door yet.”
“Have you… seen anyone there?”
“No. I haven’t seen anything, actually. I’ve heard birds and insects, but I haven’t seen anything alive I can think of.”
“Okay, because I’m just worried now that someone walks past and sees the door there. It’s just in the side of a tree.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve been thinking about that too. I’ve been keeping the door locked like we do anyway.”
It’s part of modern apartment living. We may be in a secure building where our unit is behind a key fob door and then our own front door, but you still keep everything locked because you never actually meet the neighbours and have no idea who they are.
It was habit that we kept the front door locked. Just in case, since you don’t know who’s living around you, despite their immediate proximity.
“Well, you just stay safe. I was already worried about you there by yourself.” My girlfriend said. She didn’t bring up how I couldn’t pay rent. It was easier to talk interdimensional portals than money.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful. I’ll let you know if anything new comes up with the front door. Bye, baby.”
“Bye…”
I know I just made my girlfriend even more worried about me, but I had to make sure someone else was seeing this too. That was just part of why I sent things to her, I had to hear from more people. Now I knew my girlfriend believed me, my plan was to upload that video to the internet and see what the response was.