Round 1 : SEEN
Round 2: SEEN 2
"Where am I"
The writer was asking himself.
He looked around him after realizing he was standing in front of a raw cement tall building 500 meters wide and long with one big door.
Nothing.
All around him and the building was just grey color clouds.
"Day School"
Those were the words written in red paint on the big white color door.
He blinked his eyes to make sure he read the words right.
"Should I enter or not?"
He asked himself a question. Then he heard a sweet voice.
"Enter."
He looked around again, trembling, to find out who was talking.
"Do not fear."
The voice was convincing. It was a woman's voice.
It took him a minute to recompose himself. Taking a deep breath, he made a decision.
"Okay."
He moved towards the door. The door knob was easy to turn. No click, no sound nor effort.
Inside, he found himself facing a long hallway with rooms on left hand sides and just one big door, a Black Door, in the middle of the right hand side facing the Second Door in front of it.
There were three big doors on his right.
The First Door in green was in the middle of about two hundred meters wide room.
The Second Door in white was in the middle of about one hundred meter wide room.
The Third Door in yellow was in the middle of about two hundred meters wide room.
He started to walk slowly, calm yet amazed. He was stepping in the middle of a one hundred meter wide red earth colored floor.
He could not understand anything around him.
As he reached the First Door, he saw that it has a little glass window and the number 1260 on top of it. He went close and looked inside. He saw many children. The room was full. Children of all ages up to twelve, judging on their stature and heights. They seemed to be all the same age.
They have long hair, short hair in different colors and of distinctive races. Both boys and girls are wearing simple lined robes of solid colors. They were divided in groups. Many groups, the writer could not reach to count.
He noticed the walls of the room were full of projected look alike videos of different events. As he looked intently, events on earth! There were violence, prostitution, wars, name it!
In each group, there's another child with shoulder length hair, dressed in gold colored robes holding a book while talking to the group of children seated on the green colored floor.
Some listening, another looking around, couples talking, others playing and joking among themselves.
Around them walking around the whole room were other children wearing white and black robes. There were more whites walking, but as the writer looked more intently, he saw that the children walking in black robes were actually two in one body, back to back.
One child wearing black passed close to the little window he was looking at.
"There is another child in black attached to his back! And the head was bald with holes!"
The writer hid himself as he saw the eyes of the black dressed children. They were red! Flashing horrible red!
As he looked back, light blue eyes were staring at him.
"Do not be afraid."
He was shocked, but not frightened. The eyes left afterward.
He looked inside and saw it came from a shoulder length hair child wearing a white robe.
He saw some children, those playing and not listening to the one talking, were being entertained and distracted by the children going around in black robes.
Every time the children seated on the floor were paying attention to the children in black, the children in whites stood beside them.
Some of the children seated, recognized them and turned their attention to the one preaching in front of them. While some others ignored them and continued watching and letting themselves be entertained by the ones in black.
The same thing was happening to all the other groups in the room.
The writer believed he saw enough of that room. He left it and moved to the next door.
Wash Room.
The Second Door with no windowed glass plainly indicated the words Wash Room.
Curiosity invaded him, but the door knob was locked. So he shrugged his shoulders and moved on to the next door.
He reached the Third Door. Just like the First Door, there was a little window and on top of it the numbers 1335.
"Why these numbers?"
Questions he asked himself, but never reached to any possible answers on his mind.
He looked inside. He stepped back as his eyes were surprised by the flashing lights from the inside. It was bright golden yellow reflecting lights that reached the outside of the window. Slowly, the lights went back in and the window became transparent again.
He went back with care to look inside. There were hundreds of children in golden yellow colored robes on their knees with hands clasped like in praying. Their heads were bowed down.
The whole room was painted red!
Great fear overwhelmed the writer, it made him move back from the door and found himself on his knees crying so much and for a long time. He knew it was long, but could not tell how long.
The Pen stood still. It did not move. It did not work. Just in pause. It was waiting for the writer to recover himself up and continue its story.
He was put back to his feet when the First Door suddenly opened.
He realized he had his back pasted on the wall in front of the Third Door. His eyes went wide open. His breath on hold.
All children came out from the First Door. Some went out, many of them, straight to a door on the hallway, the one in front of the Wash Room.
Children who went out were followed by the children in black robes. This time they were not attached to the back of each other. There were many! Many! All laughing out loud. Horrible laughter. All in a hurry to go.
After them came out the rest of the children who headed themselves to the Wash Room.
There were many too! They have smiles on their lips. All holding a book!
Behind them came the children in white robes. They were merrily talking to each other as they slowly and in order entered the Wash Room.
No one, not one of them had noticed his presence. The writer was relieved.
"I am an intruder here. I just come to see."
The Pen stopped. It stood still then started swaying from one side to the other, as if dancing. Then put its writing point back to the paper.
The writer grinned to himself. After a while, the hallway became empty and clear again.
As he looked on his right hand side, he noticed a light blue cloud on the other end, opposite the Main Door of the Hallway.
"Was it that far since I entered that Main Door and I did not notice this light blue cloud when I came in?"
He questioned himself as he walked closer to the cloud. It looked like the ending of the hallway. He could not see anything, but clean clouds. They felt relaxing, calming and refreshing to his nerves. He smiled and just enjoyed the feeling as he closed his eyes while in front of it.
On a halt, he was sent back to his present. A big noise made him open his eyes and turn around.
Some children came out tearful, horrified, with great sense of fear from the Third Door. It opened and he did not realize it. They went straight to the wide opened black door, the Fourth Door in the hallway which was there in front of the Wash Room.
With his back against the wall opposite the Third Door's room, he moved slowly to peep in the window to check what was happening inside.
He saw children in white robes lying on the floor in red colored liquid blood!
The whole room became black. All around were flashes of spirits like ghosts that looked like colors of yellow gold and red. They flashed themselves against each other. As if fighting!
Finally it ended. Some spirits in black colored came out of the yellow room, escaping to the Fourth Door.
Horrible growls, words and shouts were heard from them. Then the black door closed itself with a big bang sound.
The writer was so fearful of the event. Shaking made his legs fell sitting himself to the floor. His arms crossed on his chest.
Suddenly, from the Third Room came all golden yellow flashes of lights. There were laughs, music of praises and harps playing inside of it. Even steps like dancing!
"Amen! Praises and Glories! Wisdom and Understanding! Honor and Power and Strength be to our God! Forever and ever! Amen!
That loud song was heard from the inside.
The writer's fear and every ugly thing he felt before all vanished in a second. With renewed strength he got back to his feet. He wanted to know more. He looked inside again. But he did not get the chance.
The children from the inside were all coming out. All of them in golden yellow robes. The color flashes, but the writer still could see them. There were hundreds! All heading to the light blue cloud.
"It was a Door!"
Clearly then he realized it was a door.
As the door opened, he felt fresh air again like a breeze on his face. He closed his eyes as he breathed. It brought a smile on his face. He felt himself in heaven!
"Wake up!"
The writer was shaken by his friend,
"Thank you Gabriel."
His friend came into his room without him knowing it. He saw that he forgot to close the door.
"You fell yourself on top of your pen again."
The writer stretched out himself in his chair. It was lunch time at the office. His friend always made sure to check on him before the working hour starts again.
"Yes, you're right. I guess I have enough of this."
Gabriel looked at him and smiled.
"The series, you mean?"
The writer looked at him seriously.
"Hmm."
Unconsciously, he pushed his pen as he moved and it fell to the floor.
Both of them laughed.
(c) bbayonito20/bethbciar
