Microfiction: Trouble

A 92 word bit of fun for the Friday Fictioneers.

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The contraption seemed to have stopped, so I picked myself up off the floor and fiddled with the stupid door handle. With a final wrench, the door flew open and I was hit by a deafening cacophony of traffic, car horns blaring and the screaming of a huge crowd. The sky was black, but there was no mistaking them. Wherever I’d landed, however many light years through space I’d travelled, the three demons had followed me. For the first time, I regretted dumping the Doctor in that fun fair on Alpha Centauri.