The 7th Door (Revised)

by Art3mis_Prime

Summary:

What began as an ordinary Friday night—cuddled up on the couch, debating which horror movie to watch—quickly spirals into a horror movie all their own. Leo and his four roommates are abducted and thrown into a series of deadly games, each tailored to their deepest, most personal fears. But why them? What is the purpose behind this nightmare? Who placed them there, and can they escape before it’s too late?

The next morning, Leo's older brother, Brandon, arrives at Leo’s apartment, only to find it in complete disarray. After calling the police, he receives a cryptic text message that sets him on a dangerous and bizarre search to find his brother.

Can Brandon track down Leo in time to save him? Will Leo and his friends survive the trials of their own darkest fears, or will they break under the pressure?

Notes:

This is a reupload so I can finally finish this work

Chapter 1: Prologue

In a small town, there are no strangers. Everyone knows everyone — their names, their families, their sins. Secrets don’t stay buried long here; whispers travel faster than the wind.

So when the crash happened, it wasn’t just one life it shattered. It tore through the whole town like a blade, leaving scars no one could ignore. Sixteen-year-old Axel Gustavo, the kind of kid who lit up every room, was gone in a blink. Bright future, big dreams, a smile you couldn’t forget. He still had years of growing up ahead of him. First love, late-night drives with friends, dreams of graduating, of becoming someone. But he never got the chance.

One selfish drunk driver stole it all. His future. His dreams. His life ripped away in a single, screeching instant.

Axel lay in the hospital that night, hooked to machines, his chest rising and falling like a clock winding down. Meanwhile, the driver and his passengers walked away with nothing more than scrapes and bruises.

Once the police came, they arrested the driver and put him on trial. The whole town wanted blood. But justice? Justice never came. The court handed down a sentence that felt like a slap in the face: eight months of community service. Eight months for a life. No jail. No real punishment. The town seethed with rage, especially Axel’s family. His mother sobbed outside the courthouse. His father shouted until his voice went raw, calling the driver a murderer, a coward, a monster.

And then… silence. The news stopped talking about it. No updates. No follow-up. It was like the whole tragedy had been erased, swallowed by time. The town moved on, like it always does. People don’t want to live in grief forever.

But I can’t.

I can’t move on. I can’t escape that night, no matter how hard I try. I hear the tires screech when the roads are quiet. I hear the screams in my sleep. And every time I close my eyes, I see Axel’s face; pale, broken, staring at me from the gurney.

I know I’ll never forget… because that drunk driver — was me.

And someone out there hasn’t forgotten either.