Oct 2015
I came upon a door that was either slightly opened or slightly closed.
It looked like an old door. It was made out of wood. It had an intricate design that only an artist with great sophistication and eye for detail could've done. I wonder who he was. I held its **** and the feeling of cold welcomed my hand. I twisted its **** gently so as not to break its fragile looking state. The door slowly opened and made a creaking sound. I saw an empty room. It was dark inside. I tried to find a light switch. I grabbed my phone and turned on its light. Its a good thing my phone has a flashlight feature. As I entered the room, I pointed my phone towards the walls of the room hoping to find a switch. I looked at every side and corner, but there was no light switch. I thought it was odd for someone to make a room without a light switch. How can someone stay at inside a room without light? What happens at night? Although it was an empty room, the furniture might have been moved or taken away by someone who used to live there. I saw some scuff marks on the floor beneath tiny specks of dust. With no luck finding a light switch, I decided to look around for a while. The room was quite big, it was about the size of a classroom and could fit around 10 to 20 people. I think it used to be a dining room. I looked up and saw a chandelier. It was barely noticeable as it was deeply hidden in the dark. It was covered with dust and had cobwebs all over. Its beauty has faded over the years. Near the chandelier, I found another door. Unlike the other one, this door was plain. It was made of steel. Pure and cold steel. What could be behind that door? Maybe it leads to another room, I thought. Suddenly, I heard a loud thud. The door behind me was shut. I went back and tried opening the door. I tried turning and twisting the ****, but it didn't work. I tried kicking the door, but it failed. I was trapped inside a dark room alone. Then I heard a thunderous crash bang against the wall. The steel door opened. I saw something I cannot explain. It was coming towards me. I fainted.
It looked like an old door. It was made out of wood. It had an intricate design that only an artist with great sophistication and eye for detail could've done. I wonder who he was. I held its **** and the feeling of cold welcomed my hand. I twisted its **** gently so as not to break its fragile looking state. The door slowly opened and made a creaking sound. I saw an empty room. It was dark inside. I tried to find a light switch. I grabbed my phone and turned on its light. Its a good thing my phone has a flashlight feature. As I entered the room, I pointed my phone towards the walls of the room hoping to find a switch. I looked at every side and corner, but there was no light switch. I thought it was odd for someone to make a room without a light switch. How can someone stay at inside a room without light? What happens at night? Although it was an empty room, the furniture might have been moved or taken away by someone who used to live there. I saw some scuff marks on the floor beneath tiny specks of dust. With no luck finding a light switch, I decided to look around for a while. The room was quite big, it was about the size of a classroom and could fit around 10 to 20 people. I think it used to be a dining room. I looked up and saw a chandelier. It was barely noticeable as it was deeply hidden in the dark. It was covered with dust and had cobwebs all over. Its beauty has faded over the years. Near the chandelier, I found another door. Unlike the other one, this door was plain. It was made of steel. Pure and cold steel. What could be behind that door? Maybe it leads to another room, I thought. Suddenly, I heard a loud thud. The door behind me was shut. I went back and tried opening the door. I tried turning and twisting the ****, but it didn't work. I tried kicking the door, but it failed. I was trapped inside a dark room alone. Then I heard a thunderous crash bang against the wall. The steel door opened. I saw something I cannot explain. It was coming towards me. I fainted.
An attempt to write something worth reading.
