The Locked Door

Submitted into Contest #130 in response to: Write a story titled ‘The Locked Door.’... view prompt

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Mystery

Five people are in a locked room. There are no windows and no means of escape. In the room is a round table with six chairs. On the table is a telephone. There is nothing else in the room.

‘Well, I suppose we should introduce ourselves. I’m Ned. I’m a salesman and I have no idea how I came to be in this locked room.’

‘Hi, Ned. I’m Joe and like you, I don’t know how I got here either. Oh, yes, I’m a car mechanic.’

‘As we seem to be going around the table in an anti-clockwise manner, I guess I’m next. I’m Bob, long-term unemployed, but a carpenter by trade. And I guess no one is going to be surprised if I also say that I have not the foggiest idea of how I have come to be here.’

‘Er, I’m Janis. I work in a bottle factory, operating the machines that clean the bottles. Maybe this is a dream because I am really confused about why I am here. I’m frightened too.’

‘Well as I’m last to speak, I have to say, I agree with Janis. This is a frightening experience as, like everyone else, I have no memory or understanding of how I have come to be in this room with four strangers. Oh sorry. I’m Ian and I own a sweet shop.’

‘I assume then, from the introductions, that none of us knows each other then?’

Bob was the first to respond.

‘I think that’s right, Ned, plus none of us seem to know how we got here, or indeed, why are we here.’

‘Bob.’

‘Yes, Janis. Can I ask what you were doing yesterday?’

‘Sure. I was... I was... actually, I can’t remember.’

‘Nor can I Bob. I don’t remember operating the bottle washing machine at all. In fact, I can’t recall ever working the machines... but I know that’s my job.’

‘Actually, Janis, now you mention it, I have no recollection of selling any sweets in my sweet shop. In fact, I can’t even tell you what it looks like.’

‘I tell you; this is fucking weird. I know I fix cars but I don’t remember fixing a car at all.’

Just then the telephone rang. Ned picked up the receiver.

‘Hello...No, it's Ned speaking...Sure. Janis, it’s for you.’

‘Hello...Yes, this is Janis...Oh, I see...Yes of course...Right away.’

Janis returned the receiver.

‘Well? Who was that?’ Ned asked.

‘This is really strange, but the factory where I work have reported me as missing.’

‘What?’

‘I know that sounds daft, Bob, but that’s what they said.’

Joe was getting agitated.

‘Who the fuck is they, Janis? Who?’

‘I don’t know Joe. It was just a voice on the phone. A woman I think.’

‘You think. For fucks sake. Surely you know the difference between and male and female voice?’

Before Janis could answer, the phone rang again. Without hesitation, Joe picked up the receiver.

‘Yep...that’s me. Who are...what...when...Oh, I see...Immediately...Yes of course.’

Joe slowly replaced the receiver.

‘Well, Joe? Male or female?’ Ned asked.

‘Male, I think. I’m not sure.’

‘And what did they say, Joe? Have you been reported missing like me?’

‘No Janis. Apparently, there was a big fire in the garage. The whole fucking lot went up in flames.’

‘Looks like you’re going to be unemployed like me then. It always seems to be the tradespeople that suffer first in these circumstances.’

‘What circumstances, Bob?’

‘Actually, I’m not sure Ian. Just circumstances, I suppose.’

Ned knocked loudly on the table.

‘Look, everyone. As I see it, we are all here because of something that happened yesterday. Janis was reported missing and now Joe’s garage has gone up in smoke. I’m guessing, but that phone is going to ring at least three more times. In the meantime, should we try and work out how to get out of here?’

‘A great idea, Ned, but apart from the locked door, there doesn’t seem to be many options.’

‘That’s a bit defeatist, Ian.’

‘Is maybe, Bob, but do you have any alternative suggestion?’

‘I do actually.’

Bob leaned forward and picked up the receiver.

‘There’s a dialling tone!’ He exclaimed.

He raised his right hand then stopped.

‘Oh my God. It’s a dumbphone. No dial and no digits.’

Bob put the receiver back. As he did the phone rang. Bob picked it up.

‘Now look here. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I can tell you...Yes, this is Bob. Oh, I see. Well, I don’t usually...Right...Okay...I understand.’

‘Come on Bob. Spill the beans,’ Ned said.

‘Well, it’s a little unusual. Apparently, I didn’t get the job at the large construction company.’

‘So you went for an interview with them?’

‘Apparently, Ned. Apparently.’

Janis stood up.

‘What is going on here? We don’t how we got here or why and it seems that we have no memory of our past other than what job we did. And then each time the phone rings, we are told something that affects us that happened yesterday.’

‘Look. The next phone call will most likely be for me or Ned. So, whoever it is that calls, I will want answers.’

‘You won’t get any.’

Everyone turned and looked at the person sitting on the sixth chair.

‘Where the fuck did you come from?’ cried Joe.

‘Excuse me. I’ve been sitting here all along, but nobody seemed to want to talk to me.’

‘That chair was empty. Wasn’t it?’ Joe added.

‘Well, I’m not sure Joe. I think so. When we did the round of introductions, I remember saying I was last to speak. But thinking about it now, I didn’t say I was last.’

‘Exactly. I was last, but no one asked me to introduce myself.’

Ned stood up.

‘Look, everyone. Whatever is happening here is weird enough, so why don’t we let our stranger introduce themselves, whether they were here at the beginning or not.’

‘Thank you, Ned. My name is Sheila and I’m a hairdresser. Actually, although I am last to be introduced, I was first to get a phone call and I was told my professional scissors have been stolen.’

‘I think I was the first. Ned answered the telephone and handed it to me. But everything is so strange here, I’m not really sure what I do remember.’

Just then the telephone rang.

Ian picked up the receiver.

‘Yes, this is He...Oh, I see...Yesterday was it....No, I don’t have any questions, except...’

Ian put back the receiver.

‘The line went dead.’

Ned picked up the receiver and listened.

‘It is dead, for sure. What did they say, Ian?’

‘There’s a smashed sweet jar on the floor of my sweet shop.’

Ned was about to speak when they all heard the door being unlocked. The door opened slightly and a cold draft blew into the room. Beyond the door was a very bright light.

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Edward opened his eyes.

‘Ah, Mister Little, you are back with us.’

‘Where am I?’

‘You are in the Deadington hospital and have been in a coma for three weeks. We thought we had lost you at one point, but your body kept fighting.’

‘Can I sit up?’

‘Of course, if you feel up to it. Let me help you.’

‘I’m a bit tired, but I feel fine. That’s good isn’t it?’

‘Yes, indeed, Mister Little. Let me just check your pulse. That’s good…Excellent…I’ll be back shortly.’

‘What happened to me?’

‘As soon as I come back, I’ll explain everything. Here. You might want to read the last three weekly newspapers and catch up on things.’

Edward scanned the latest local newspaper first but was not really taking much in until he got to the obituaries page which was headed, ‘Yesterday Was A Tragic Day In Deadington’. Below were five obituaries:

Janis Moffatt, 24, tragically drowned after falling into the fast-flowing river adjacent to the factory where she worked. Everyone at the factory misses her.

Joe Peters, 54, who was burnt to death in the fire at the garage where he worked, is missed by his loyal customers.

Bob Harding, 59, who sadly took his own life when jumping from the fifteenth floor of the AJK Constructors building, is deeply missed by his wife, Lucie.

Shelia Brown, 22, who unfortunately fell on the professional scissors she had stolen from her employer, died peacefully and is missed by her boyfriend, Terry.

Ian Shadforth, 47, is very much missed by his brother, Henry, after choking to death on one of his famous hard-boiled lemon drops.

Edward closed the paper and started to cry. He was about to throw the newspapers aside when a story at the bottom of the front page of the newspaper from three weeks ago caught his eye.

Furniture salesman, Edward (Ned) Little, is believed to be in a coma at the Deadington hospital after being hit by a furniture van at his place of work. His friends, Janis, Joe, Bob, Shelia and Ian all send their best wishes.

January 22, 2022 09:21

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8 comments

15:40 Feb 06, 2022

VERY cool! I got this in critique circle and stopped by to ask if you would like me to do a critique. Do let me know with a comment if you would - very happy to read it again.

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Ken Davey
19:17 Feb 06, 2022

That's very kind of you Katharine and would be most welcomed.

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22:33 Feb 06, 2022

Hi Ken, no problem. I'll preface this by saying that I really really like the concept of the story and I think it's really clever and original. I personally find that I learn the most from 'negative' comments, so when I write crit I tend to focus on what I think can be improved. But I hope you do not take any of this to be anything but constructive. If I hadn't liked the story I would not have offered to come back and read it again. Please feel free to use or ignore anything I say, as it suits you best. Here goes: Five people are in a ...

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Lisa Roberts
21:54 Feb 02, 2022

Really well done

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Ken Davey
19:16 Feb 06, 2022

Many thanks and much appreciated.

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Kate Winchester
04:11 Feb 01, 2022

Very creative! I liked it!

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Ken Davey
19:15 Feb 06, 2022

I'm delighted. Thank you!

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Kate Winchester
19:58 Feb 06, 2022

Welcome 🤗

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