My Door
I have been stuck in this room for what seems like an eternity. I could of sworn
the door I took to get here was right there but it's gone now. It was just like any other
door I have taken in my life. But the door has vanished leaving me in this room which also
has never happened before. This room is completely devoid of all color and sound even time
seems to have no affect here. There is however a door in front of me. This door was like
all the others except for two lines of bold writing that read "Christopher Michael Waters"
and under that "June 22 1986" For some reason the door made me nervous but no matter how
long or hard I looked I could not find another way out and I could not just sit here
forever. So I walked up to the door and when I got within reach my stomach turned but I
tried to ignore it and reached out to open to open it. When I had the knob in my hand the
hairs on the back of my neck stood up and gave me goosebumps up and down my arm something
was not right about this door and every instinct I had told me to run. But I had no other
choice this was the only way out I had already tried everything else I could think of.
Slowly I started to open the door and inside my head I heard screamed "No Run Run From
this place. Do not open that door!" I instantly lost my nerve but it was to late the door
swung open. Within there was neither light or darkness just nothingness. I just had a
second to see this and no time to ponder what it meant because once the door was open I
was gone and nothingness was left behind.
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