Thursday, October 06, 2005
Hallway of doors part one
There is a hallway full of doors. Plain doors with plain door knobs that have a slight look of tarnished brass. Light seeps out the bottom of some of the doors onto illuminating ever slightly the hard wood floor. At the far end of the hall there is an opaque window that lets in enough light for me to be able to make out all of the doors. For some strange reason I cannot count the doors in this hallway. I hear a variety of sounds behind some of the doors. Sometimes as I walk near a door the sound falls silent or I hear a shuffling before the silence. I finally select a doorway and slowly open.
Behind this door is a room that is empty except for a chair by the window. In the chair sits a boy who looks to be about ten years-old. He is watching children his age out the window as they play in a schoolyard.
"Why did you pick my room?"
"I don't know. Just random I guess."
"What does random mean?"
"It means that I didn't think before I picked this door."
"Oh."
The boy turned back around and looked out the window. He had a blank expression on his face for the most part but smiled and reached towards the window when a certain little girl ran by.
"Who is that girl?"
"That is the girl I love."
"Does she know that?"
"No and you better not tell her."
"Why?"
"Because she would laugh and point at me. She would call me silly and the rest of the kids would tease me."
Suddenly I was back in the hallway. I had not felt moving but obviously I had somehow moved. I opened the door again to see the chair and the window buy the boy was gone. I pulled the door closed and felt a presence behind me. I turned around and was startled to see the boy standing with me in the hallway.
"You must not go back into a room you have entered before."
I looked at the doorknob and without turning my head around again I knew I was once again alone in the hallway. I was just about to go when I heard sounds coming from the room. It was the sound of children chanting and singing. And it was the sound of a boy silently crying. Crying from his first broken heart.
There is a hallway full of doors. Plain doors with plain door knobs that have a slight look of tarnished brass. Light seeps out the bottom of some of the doors onto illuminating ever slightly the hard wood floor. At the far end of the hall there is an opaque window that lets in enough light for me to be able to make out all of the doors. For some strange reason I cannot count the doors in this hallway. I hear a variety of sounds behind some of the doors. Sometimes as I walk near a door the sound falls silent or I hear a shuffling before the silence. I finally select a doorway and slowly open.
Behind this door is a room that is empty except for a chair by the window. In the chair sits a boy who looks to be about ten years-old. He is watching children his age out the window as they play in a schoolyard.
"Why did you pick my room?"
"I don't know. Just random I guess."
"What does random mean?"
"It means that I didn't think before I picked this door."
"Oh."
The boy turned back around and looked out the window. He had a blank expression on his face for the most part but smiled and reached towards the window when a certain little girl ran by.
"Who is that girl?"
"That is the girl I love."
"Does she know that?"
"No and you better not tell her."
"Why?"
"Because she would laugh and point at me. She would call me silly and the rest of the kids would tease me."
Suddenly I was back in the hallway. I had not felt moving but obviously I had somehow moved. I opened the door again to see the chair and the window buy the boy was gone. I pulled the door closed and felt a presence behind me. I turned around and was startled to see the boy standing with me in the hallway.
"You must not go back into a room you have entered before."
I looked at the doorknob and without turning my head around again I knew I was once again alone in the hallway. I was just about to go when I heard sounds coming from the room. It was the sound of children chanting and singing. And it was the sound of a boy silently crying. Crying from his first broken heart.
// posted by sinner @ 5:30 PM 
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Very touching.
I had a dream once which I will not forget. It was similar to your description.
I entered a house of a school friend of mine. I opened the door to a forbidden hallway, and suddenly the inside of the house expanded, like a Tardis, leading from one forbidden room to another. The walls were all glaring white and untarnished. I opened one door after another, unable to stop myself. I was getting deeper and deeper into a maze. I began to be afraid -- and then I met my fear. It was a kind of minotaur...No, actually it was a kind of semi-human monster, asleep in a bed, malignantly evil. It was asleep but awake at the same time. I tried to leave, but I couldn't find my way out of the house. I felt that I had left the mark of my presence, my trace, and that I was now doomed.
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I had a dream once which I will not forget. It was similar to your description.
I entered a house of a school friend of mine. I opened the door to a forbidden hallway, and suddenly the inside of the house expanded, like a Tardis, leading from one forbidden room to another. The walls were all glaring white and untarnished. I opened one door after another, unable to stop myself. I was getting deeper and deeper into a maze. I began to be afraid -- and then I met my fear. It was a kind of minotaur...No, actually it was a kind of semi-human monster, asleep in a bed, malignantly evil. It was asleep but awake at the same time. I tried to leave, but I couldn't find my way out of the house. I felt that I had left the mark of my presence, my trace, and that I was now doomed.
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