A man named Marshall was digging a tunnel for a new subway system. One day, his crew hit something hard: an ancient door buried deep in the earth.

The door was made of thick steel. It had no visible locks, only a sign that read, “Do not open!” in red letters.<br><br>Despite the ominous warning, Marshall decided to investigate. He grabbed an iron bar and pried the door open, revealing a hidden chamber deep beneath the subway tunnel.<br><br>As he stepped inside, the air grew colder. Marshall could feel an eerie presence lurking in the shadows.<br><br>Suddenly, he heard the sound of children whispering. Their faint voices seemed to be coming from all directions, echoing off the walls.<br><br>Marshall tried to shine his flashlight, but it was too dark. He stumbled forward, tripping over something on the floor.<br><br>As he fell, the whispers stopped. The room was silent.<br><br>Marshall slowly got up, his heart pounding. He fumbled for his flashlight and turned it on.<br><br>The beam of light illuminated a group of children. They were sitting on the floor, staring at him.<br><br>Their eyes were black as coal. They didn’t blink.<br><br>Marshall froze. He couldn’t move.<br><br>The children began to whisper again. This time, their voices were louder.<br><br>Marshall tried to run, but his feet felt heavy. The whispers grew louder, more urgent.<br><br>One of the children spoke up. “Why did you open the door?” it asked.<br><br>Marshall tried to explain. “I didn’t know what it was,” he said. “I was curious.”<br><br>The child glared at him. “You shouldn’t have opened the door,” it said.<br><br>Suddenly, the whispers stopped. The room was silent again.<br><br>Marshall waited, frozen in fear. He didn’t know what to do.<br><br>The child spoke up again. “You shouldn’t have opened the door,” it said. “Now you’ll never leave.”<br><br>As the child finished speaking, the whispers started again. This time, they were deafening.<br><br>Marshall covered his ears, but he couldn’t block out the sound. It was too loud.<br><br>He stumbled backward, desperate to escape. The door was his only hope.<br><br>As he turned to run, he felt a hand grab his ankle. He tried to kick it off, but it was too strong.<br><br>Marshall fell to the ground. The hand dragged him back, deeper into the chamber.<br><br>He screamed and screamed, but no one heard him. The whispers drowned out his cries.<br><br>The last thing Marshall saw was the door. It slammed shut, trapping him inside.<br><br>He was never seen again. Some say he’s still down there, trapped in the hidden chamber.<br><br>Others claim that on certain nights, when the subway is closed, you can still hear Marshall’s screams. Echoing through the tunnels, a chilling reminder of the door that should never have been opened.