Creeps

My Experience From The Other Side.

Here I am. Sitting at the desk in the first row. Trying to listen to the woman. She is telling something. I am trying to get what it is all about. The more I try to concentrate, the more complicated it all gets. I am getting dizzy. Do not know why do I feel dizzy. Could it be as a result of my flu? The door of the classroom opens. I get distracted. Just as I feel dizzy, I feel the urge to go to the restroom. I open my mouth to get permission from the woman. It gets shut. She seems frozen. She,... Her mouth is open, eyes are closed as if she was trying to say something but just froze. I turn around, what I see is, confusing, exhausting, noone moves. Nor do I. I just get up. I get up. The door opens wider. It invites me in, it provokes me, it frightens me. I start walking. I, I have to get some fresh air anyways. It takes forever by the time I reach the door. Or at least I feel that way. My heart rate is through the roof. My hands are numb with the cold. I force them to hold on the door. I peek out. The hall is empty. I step out of the classroom into the hall. As if I were a patient trying to get to the restroom, I stumble as I try to walk. I am not headed to the restroom, though, no. I walk straight towards the elevator which stands near the stairway that is about a hundred meters away. At most. The fluorescent lamps above me flick every now and then as I walk. It sounds creepy. Like electricity was an animal, a wild one indeed, trying to escape from its cage. I try to walk faster. I get to the elevator. I somehow am breathless. I try to catch my breath as I call the elevator. I am not that high. It is the first floor, so why does the elevator take forever to get here in spite of the fact that it is on the ground floor? A stop sound indicates that the elevator welcomes me. Finally. I try to find the button which will take me to the top floor. Yes. Because that is the one where the roof is. It is better for me to be refreshed because I have always loved heights. The air. It just feels fresh. In a different way the air in the ground level could ever be. The indicator reads... 2... 3... 4... 5. It stops. The door opens. I get out, and make my way to the door that will lead me to the roof. Shit. It is locked. I make my way to the closest room on order to have a seat. I need to relax. I have been through a lot. I probably did hallucinate, but why did not  anyone stop me or say anything? I am confused. Bu I am seated at least. My dizzy head returns to normal. My bods is producing heat for my limbs again. I stand to return to the class in case I was actually hallucinating. I take the staircase this time. It takes more to get down, yes. But I need to work my legs a bit. I must regain my senses. I finally reach to the first floor. I walk through all the hall that leads to the classroom just to find out that the door is shut. Naturally, and, psychologically, I take a deep breath out of relieving. And then I knock. Twice. No sounds are coming from the classroom. I am surprised by this fact as I assume that the class must not be dismissed as it is not over yet. All in a sudden, I hear knocking. Wait. Does someone knocks back at me? I must be hearing it out of my head. I knock again, they knock back. Twice. I am confused. I grab the handle, and try to open the door. It opens with an old sound that is coming out of it. Inside is dark. That makes no sense. My hand begins searching for the switch on the wall. It finds something which does not feel like a switch at all. Out of basic instincts, I bolt my hand out of the wall. The door shuts without me touching it. I step back. I am scared. Like there was a power I have no clues about, and like I should not be here. I walk and I walk fast. I will leave the building. It has. Changed... The stairway is not there, the classes are not there, the walls. I don't know. The boundaries of the floor are just like black. Like pitch black. I stay in the middle of the floor. I,... I hear another breathing.  It is... near. I start walking faster. I feel my breathing and heart rate is increasing. The other breathing is not coming with me. But I will not turn to the source of the breathing to investigate it nonetheless. The elevator. It stands strong there. It has a yellow light Illuminating its door. I rush to its door and push the button. It directly opens as I was the last person to use it. At least I hope I'm alone because I just cannot stand the idea of not being so judging from the scary encounter I have just had. I get in the elevator and press the ground button. It starts descending. But, then. It stops. It cannot have reached there yet. It just can't! Then, the lights go out. A few seconds later, I hear the generator stepping in, the light comes back. I thank God. I have not been much of a religious person, but, you know, you get that point whenever you are in need or in trouble. In this case, I am in both. At least my instincts say so. I don't know. I'm scared. Just, scared. The elevator continues on descending. It reaches its destination. I step off and fall down. Everything goes black. I feel a warmth on the surface I'm lying. I feel a sharp pain. And my consciousness dies...