My story is titled The locked door.

My story is titled The locked door.

Once upon a time there was a shiny brass door that my friends and I could almost feel the cold metal , imagining the ornate carvings of that particular door and the smell of the fresh pinewood of the door.

Also I reached a trembling hand forward to touch a knob but then jerked it back.

Again we were on an adventurous journey after our exams had ended. My friends gave suggestions. It was then that Arnold attracted us to his advice to also visit the locked door standing deep in the forest of Achimota.

I then realized that there was something that screamed in my mind to open that door and reveal what lied behind it as it had always remained a mystery. We together as a team then marched forward to solve a mystery.

Also we had reached the spot that was the locked door where at that instant the door was actually locked to prevent all sorts of theft. The door was impossible to then maneuver through.

I then turned slowly and began walking quickly to the broken window that I had climbed through safely. We then entered the mysterious house from its backyard window.

Also with every step I took my body then grew heavier and more resistant. As noted , would it really matter if I actually opened the door ajar. ?This question reverberated in my mind as I stepped forward cautiously.

When my mind was made up , I spun on my shoes and then raced toward the mysterious door. I then slipped a length of wire from my pocket and inserted in the old fashioned lock.

I then jiggled it carefully and I heard a soft click . I later sucked in my breath and straightened. When opening the locked door ,I immediately extended my hand and grasped the knob within my hand and then turned it over.

I later swung open the door silently. I and my friends were surprised and I thought that the door would creak loudly then. It actually made sense that everything in the decrepit house would be in disrepair but closer inspection of the door hinges revealed a startling lack of rust.

A sense of unease grew in my gut but I ignored it and pulled a flashlight out of my pocket within my worn blue jeans. I flicked it on and later shone it into the shadowy depths of the room behind the door. Then a long corridor actually stretched before my feet. I then hesitantly stepped over the threshold. I began walking slowly down the hall. The walls were bare painted a faded purple. The floor was covered in dust that billowed into small clouds with the tread of my scuffed sneakers.

It was silent in the hall a watchful silence that produced the ridiculous thought that had the walls and eyes that were watching my every step.

I then shook my head at the childish thought but the growing feeling of dread actually refused to be silenced.

The corridor seemed to then stretch on for eternity never growing shorter.

The feeling of being watched increased with every footffall and I started to be afraid. The idea of some concealed hostility arose in my mind I began to regret that he or she had ever actually entered the abandoned building. I then wanted to turn around and leave the disturbing corridor but an external force compelled me to continue exactly on the right path. I vaguely heard a rasping sound ,the scratching whisper that my breathing had become. The walls seemed so close behind me and also preventing an escape. There was an instant that panic occured as I fought with the pressure to continue down the hallway.

Also covering his face with a clean napkin the stranger said he will open the grey pistol. There was a feeling of terrorism that actually awaked us and we could just not believe what was going to happen within the next moment.

The stranger started walking toward us pointing the fire. Well done, another stranger spoke loudly and others clapped for his effort. The children now tasted their defeat. Arnold then shouted keeping his gun on James Bonds head. We were then taken to the room where there was no facility even of light.

My heart pounded and the wooden box gave me an ominous feeling. My heart then pounded as I made the decision to fight rather than sitting here and working as a mere slave. When I pointed my eyes towards Arnold and kicked his hand which was firmly holding the pistol.

I realised a strike ,it was then that we all shouted holding his mouth and not letting him escape the dark room.

Also we beat him up to such an extent that he became unconscious and was then now gasping for breath.I later opened the door with a little jerk and looked if anyone was there. We all escaped from that room with a pistol in our hands for our safety.

Again we went to the locked door and then tried to open it as it was the nearest exit from that mysterious house.

No shouted ,James Bond loudly "my word is my bond". Also he turned the knob of the door to open the door but he realized then that it was not opening at all.

Run, James Bond grabbed those keys from the door that was actually what we were searching for. I then yelled pointing my finger towards the locked door.

A stranger then spoke in a loud voice, "You can run away."

The stranger finally did mention that the locked door was opened and some other guys must run quickly. Within a state of delightedness we all did ran fast as we could quickly and we escaped through the locked door. I then reported to the Police Station and then walked my way back to my home safely.

Finally this event and instant will always linger in my mind because I also risked my life to save others including myself.