It wasn't a large door that had appeared in the wall, in fact it was fairly undersized, a chestnut colour with a cold, metal handle. It had never been there before; it had just been peeling rose wallpaper. Why had it suddenly appeared out of nowhere and where had it come from?
I was in an indecision – I didn't know whether to open it and see what wonders lay beyond or stay where I was standing. I was intrigued by it but I didn't feel incredibly brave, nonetheless, my curiosity overpowered me and cautiously I swung it open. It creaked in reply so I winced, I didn't want to make a single sound.
I was blinded by the red light that lay within it. It shimmered and sent a tingle of longing down my spine. I just had to get inside!
Without a thought, I clambered up and into it. Everything vanished – the room I'd been in, the red light, absolutely everything, leaving me in total blackness – I was petrified!
I wanted to call out for help but I couldn't find my voice; it seemed to have deserted me entirely. In here nothing felt real anymore! I crept forwards, or was it backwards? I had no means of telling. But there seemed to be no floor beneath me as I saw the world fade away, but blackness can't fade away, can it?
I don't know how long I'd been unconscious for but it felt like years. When I woke up, something surprised me: it was light: just a white, almost blinding light.
This place was deserted; all it was was the light. As far as I could tell, there was no floor either and I thought that I was floating because I could not feel a floor beneath my fluffy lilac slippers.
I wondered if I could swim through the air or do a flip so I completed flip after flip and started behaving like a frog because I was trying my best to do breast stroke but it turned out to be rather awkward!
A small giggle fell from my mouth, then, as it grew louder, it became an eruption! I just couldn't stop! However, when I realised there was no-one to share my laughter with, I frowned and decided I had to get out. It wasn't a question; it was a statement, a fact indeed. I searched around me purely with my eyes, it was all white light, nothing else, I was filled with a heartfelt inquisitiveness.
Everything was the same shade of white, was that even possible? But wait; was that a darker patch over there? I rushed towards it as fast as I could float. I reached it extremely fast and I was glad as I'd finally found something I could touch and feel. What I could feel was smooth, like polished wood. I groped for what I thought was a handle; it was a small ridge, no bigger than a stack of coins. I turned it and pushed with all my strength. It swung open effortlessly and I was once more faced with the rose wallpaper. What had been in the door? Would it be gone by the next day? Even though my mind was full of questions that lacked answers, there was one thing I was sure of – never had I been more thankful to be home!
I couldn't get to sleep that night; I kept reliving my time inside of the door. I tried to clear my mind but I would soon wonder if the door was still there! I just couldn't relax!
Finally, at one o'clock in the morning, I sneaked downstairs to the living room. Every step I took seemed to resound around the house and each time I imagined Mum or Dad discovering me, they'd be furious!
The door was still there yet it had changed; morphed into something different - a square metal affair that looked like it was guarding something extremely secret! But what was there to guard?
The handle was now smooth and black, I yanked it up then pressed it down, I just couldn't open it! I pulled it, I pushed it I did everything I could think of yet nothing worked!
I tried to forget my curiosity but I couldn't, it was impossible! Was it better that I could not venture within? I wasn't convinced.
The sun in the sky brought my parents. They were somewhat intrigued by the door but they did not seem to want to look inside! It was bizarre, my Mum counselled for a living and she always looked for the deep dark meaning to everything so why not this? What was different about it? Nothing as far as I could tell!
Although, to this day, the door still remains lodged in the wall and I have tried to prise it open many times, why it is there and where it came from still remains a mystery that I feel will never be solved...