‘Don’t go,’ she said, his hand upon the door. ‘There’s a troll there, a troll behind the door.’
‘Don’t be silly,’ he said. ‘They only come out at night and its still mid-day. There’s nothing there, my dear.’
He peeked through the keyhole, saw the empty stairwell beyond.
‘There’s nothing there, nothing there at all.’
She placed a trembling hand on his shoulder, fingers cold and her voice a faint whisper.
‘That’s not the door I mean.’
What were your prompts?: Troll