The Door

The Door

It’s a usual day at Parkway. Everyone one in my room is silent, since we’re taking our first big test. I enjoy the few moments of complete serenity. I sit back at my computer as I watch the students working hard on their test. Times like this, I love being a teacher. I can see the satisfaction on all the students faces as they read over and answer each question. I knew that all of them would get high A’s on this. It made me proud of them.

         Then suddenly, just as everyone was going to finish, the lights went black. No one freaked out though, since this frequently happened in the new school. For god knows what reason, the school decided motion censored lights were a good idea, but when the students are taking tests and staying still, they go off.

“Don’t freak out guys, let’s just all stand up and move around a little to get the lights back on,” I assured my students.  All of my kids and I stood up and pretended to stretch, but nothing happened. The lights stayed off.

         “Move around a little bit more. Maybe they’re just having a hard time finding us,” I told my students again. We moved around even more and still nothing happened. I ran over to the front door to flick the switches, but still we stood in darkness. I told two of the teenagers to raise my blinds and use the sunlight, but to our surprise the window was completely spray painted black. Everyone started getting rowdy trying to figure out what to do. And this is the point where I hate being a teacher. My class of seniors is acting like baby freshman again. I picked up the phone to try and call the front office, but my line was dead. I told my class to stay in their seat and not update their Facebook statuses on what was going on as I walked next door to see if they were having some problems too.

         I reached my door and tried to open it, but to my surprised it was locked. It couldn’t be locked. Something had to be blocking it! I started freaking out a little myself, and peered through the small window and saw that the rest of the hallway as pitch black too. I peered across and saw the other teachers looking through their windows and trying to figure out what in the world was going on as well. I came back to my class and told everyone to check their cell phones, but everyone said they already tried and no one had any service. Nothing like this had ever happened at Parkway, so everyone was worried. I tried to get on my computer, but the power was out.

         Time had passed by slowly and it soon became hours that we were trapped in this little room. One of the strong football boys tried to break the door down, but failed miserably. Found the sounds coming from the other rooms, it seems they had the same idea too, but no one could get out. I peered through the window again and there it was. I saw something turning into the hallway. It looked like a tall person wearing a long coat. I banged on the door for help, but he stopped at the entrance.

I look at the class and see that they are still panicking and I tried to remain sane myself. I peer back through the window and see the coated figure open one of the doors almost effortlessly and after a minute or two he exits just as quickly as he came. I see him do this to class after class. I try to alert the class that someone seems to be coming in the classes and that we are next, so they should be aware. They remain seated and are all weary eyed of the events about to unfold.

Now the man is in front my window and I step away cautiously as he pulls the door outward in my direction. The enchanting shadow that passes through the door catches me off guard and suddenly we aren’t in a school anymore. I feel disillusioned and light headed as I look around the now illuminated room I know am in. As I become more aware of my situation, I realize that I am lying down so I press myself forward off the metallic surface that encompasses my figure. As I regain my posture a shadowy coated figure puts a hand on my shoulder. I feel a little bit comforted until the hand pulls me effortlessly down into my metal bed once more. This figure begins to speak in what sounds like a broken English and I closely try to understand its rough monologue. It tells me that I, like everyone else on earth is being taken by an alien race and that we will never return. As he tells me this, my palms begin to sweat and I begin to feel sick. The panic that besets me is unbearable and I begin to feel light headed once more.

        I realize right before I drift off into a passive uncontrollable state that the hand of the creature that has just informed me of my fate is still resting on my shoulder. I wake up and I rub my eyes and found that I am lying in my bed, in my house, in my town, on my earth. I seem to remember a terrible dream about some type of abduction. How crazy of me I think. I suppose my husband is right, those Sci-fi shows may be starting to get to me more than I think. I get up and pace around my uncommonly dark room, I guess it’s earlier than I thought. I take a couple Advil for the headache this crazy dream has induced and sit back down and finish my bottle of water. I figure it’s about time to go ahead and start the coffee and get the morning going so, I begin to walk over to my bedroom door. I grasp the knob and it feels unrealistically stuck in place. I tug and pull but there seems no way to open it…