A View to Nowhere

It is wise not to look at that which one cannot unsee

"What's in there?"

"Looks like...nothing. Not even attic stuff." Kyle scratched his head, brows knitted together.

"Hey, you remember that scene in Ghost, where Demi Moore's like 'I found a secret room?'"

Kyle looked over his shoulder. "Dude. We are not doing pottery together." Domingo laughed and pulled harder on the disguised door opening all the way. The light from the bedroom shone into the darkness.

It was little more than a closet, eight feet squared at the most, hardly able to be called a "room" at all, except for one strange feature: there was a window in the east wall, but invisible from the outside. Domingo, hovering over Kyle's shoulder, asked: "Dude, what's up with the window, bro? That's pretty weird, ain't it?"

Kyle shrugged his friend back. "I don't know, but get outta my back pocket, man!" He stepped into the room. Immediately, his body stiffened, and he let out a little whine.

Domingo reached out and caught Kyle's sleeve. "No, wait, bro. Don't go in there. I don't...I got a feeling all of a sudden. A bad feeling, bro."

Kyle paused, then turned toward the room again, trying to pull away from his friend. He muttered something Domingo didn't fully understand, but he could make out the words "window" and "void." Domingo tightened his grip and pulled Kyle backward, out of the closet. "Dude! No! Stay outta there, man!"

Kyle looked at him, dazed, like he was in a trance. Then his eyes cleared, and a shudder ran through his body. He looked at Domingo. "You're right, man. Something ain't normal in there." He closed the door with a slam.

As the two turned away from the door, they heard a stealthy sound from inside the small room.

It sounded like a window being opened...

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Word Count: 298
Submitted for "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" 
Prompt: Use the phrase "I found a secret room"