Doorway to Doom
© 2016 Paul DeThroe
Excerpt from Nightmare Worlds, Collection of
Weird & Frightening Tales
There was simply too much on the line
to just let anyone go through the portal. Whenever I traveled through it, I’d
make sure that I was only an observer. I didn’t want to get involved with
something that could create a domino effect which could make the world worse
than it already was.
Take the Hitler scenario, for
instance. Of course, one of the first things I thought of was that I could go
kill Hitler and prevent World War Two and the Holocaust from ever happening.
But that idea was stunted by thoughts of someone perhaps even worse taking his
place. Even if I sacrificed my life for the cause, and even if I could manage
to kill Hitler, that doesn’t mean that I could kill all the Nazi’s. Going
through the portal didn’t make me a super man. I was still just an average
human being.
Besides not wanting to interfere with
or leave a thumbprint on human history, all was fair game. It was like living
in a history book, except it was the real thing, and not just some one-sided
tale told from the perspective of the victor of a war.
Of course, it wasn’t all fun and
games. I ran into more than my share of sticky situations and close calls. It
became apparent right away that my way of dress was too futuristic and strange
for folks in the past. If I could’ve guessed what era the portal would open
too, I could’ve dressed for the occasion, but it was always a crapshoot.
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