I swing open, and then shut. Open, and then shut. Open...and then *snap*
I become unhinged, I pivot around my axis and slam into the wall. My leverage causes the second hinge to snap, then the floor rises up to meet me.
I have become one with the door. My existence has taken on new meaning. I know my purpose in life: to safeguard the room I was once trapped in. I pivot around the axis of my existence, aiding the passage of faceless entities into this realm.
I am trapped here, in my cabin in the woods, doomed to remain stuck in this thread. I have become so isolated in my obsession, my mind is personifying inanimate objects. The fan next to my desk is talking to me and the keys giggle when I type. Will I ever be sane again? Will I ever be able to venture into the outside world again?