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Chapter Four - Final
Weeks passed, and John tried to put the horror of the door behind him. He moved into a new apartment, far away from the old house, and tried to rebuild his life.

But the memory of the door haunted him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him, waiting for him to let down his guard.

Then, one day, he received a package in the mail. It was addressed to him, but there was no return address. He opened it, and his heart sank as he saw what was inside.

It was the doorknob from the door that had tried to lure him in, wrapped in a piece of old cloth. And attached to the cloth was a note, written in a spidery handwriting that made John's skin crawl.

"Come back to me," the note read. "You belong to me."

John felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he read the words. He knew that he could never go back to that house, that he could never face the door again.

But he also knew that he couldn't live in fear for the rest of his life. He had to confront the door, to face his fears and put an end to the evil that had taken hold of his life.

With shaking hands, he put the doorknob in his pocket and headed back to the old house. He felt like he was walking into a trap, like the door was waiting for him to come back so that it could consume him.

But he had the amulet, and he had the strength of the coven behind him. He pushed open the front door and stepped inside, his heart pounding in his chest.

At first, there was nothing. The house was quiet, and there was no sign of the door. But then he heard a faint creaking sound, like something moving in the shadows.

He followed the sound, his hand clutching the amulet tightly. And then he saw it, the door that had tried to lure him in, standing there in the middle of the room.

It was open, inviting him to step inside. But this time, John was ready. He pulled out the doorknob and held it up, feeling a surge of power flow through him.

"I'm not afraid of you," he said, his voice steady and strong. "I belong to no one but myself."

The door seemed to shudder, and then it began to fade away, like smoke in the wind. And then it was gone, leaving nothing behind but the old, empty house.

John knew that he had faced his fears, that he had triumphed over the darkness that had tried to consume him. And as he walked out of the old house and into the bright sunshine, he knew that he was finally free.
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