[ WP ] There 's a door in your home/school/workplace that nobody but you seems to notice exists

She spoke so slow, painfully slow, one word dragging behind another. The hands on the clock were almost still, only an occasional tick or tock from the second hand. In front of me was a door that was by no means remarkable looking. It was a plain white door with a silver knob. It was in a rather odd location in the front of the room. I suppose the location itself wouldn ’ t seem too odd, but perhaps the fact that it had not been there an hour ago when i entered the room would. I was now standing in front of the door with my hand turning the doorknob. Time was moving so slow but I was moving at nearly normal speed. I began to pull the door open when she turned to me so quickly, with wild eyes, and reached out almost grabbing me. 
 
 This is not where the story begins, as it never is, or where the story ends. It had been an ordinary day. I woke and dressed just as any other day. Choosing the clothes off the floor that smelled the cleanest and showed no signs of kitty regurgitations. I fed the cat and briefly praised her for keeping all her dinner down for the sake of my wardrobe. I worked uptown, a ten minute drive from my apartment. My apartment, the part of town I lived in, my car, and my job were all very ordinary. It was a small one bedroom apartment on the block that bordered the good part of town and the bad part of town. I drove a small sedan with high mileage but still had a strong engine. I worked at a library part time during the day and picked up bartending shifts from time to time at the dive bar down the street from my apartment. As I said, all remarkably ordinary and not of any relevance to my current predicament, you know the one with the strange door and terrifying lady. 
 
 I attend a few night classes during the week at the local community college. School was never really my thing so even ten years out of high school I didn ’ t have any real college experience. I walked into the classroom and nothing was out of sorts. It was the same people that were always there. A group of twenty somethings that looked like they had lost all hope of being successful participants in society years ago but just kept showing up. The teacher seemed to have even less hope left than anyone in the room. She knew she wasn ’ t changing anyone ’ s life so she was always only half heartedly teaching us about management, or marketing, I don ’ t really remember what the class was actually suppose to be about. I ’ m not sure anyone knew, much less the teacher. 
 
 I took my usual seat in the third row. It was right in the middle, not too close that I would risk getting called on, but not far enough back that I looked like a slacker. So there I was in the third row, maybe daydreaming, maybe listening to the lecture, when I suddenly saw a line on the wall. It was just one line, straight up and down. Then at the top of that line another began to appear. It was a horizontal line that then connected to another vertical line to make a rather large rectangle. It was as if a child was drawing it on the wall with chalk, a circle appeared in the middle to the left and it became a doorknob. I gasped! Everyone looked at me as if I was quite rude for making the disturbance. Not one person looked at this door that had just come to be. I glanced around frantically, searching for any semblance of another sharing my experience. My peers just continued to play on their phones or take notes. I stared at the door for what felt like a lifetime. Finally, I stood. 
 
 When I stood everything went hazy for a moment then became clear again. The teacher still spoke but I could barely make out the words they were so slow. I began to walk to the front of the room, it was like walking through sludge. I couldn ’ t move at my usual pace but I was still making more progress than the lecture was. It took me a good fifteen minutes to finally reach the door. I looked back on my classmates and they all looked frozen in time but blissfully unaware of any strangeness. So there I was, as I said before, opening this door when the teacher snaps out of this time stall and tries to grab me with that crazy look in her eye. I can not tell if it is anger or fear. I guess anger and lunge through the door and keep running as fast as I can. I hear her behind me yelling “ stop! ”. I was wrong, it was definitely fear and in that moment I see that I ’ ve made a terrible mistake. Luckily when I look down, I see that same childish drawing creating a sword at me feet. I pick it up and charge forth.
