Pegacorn1210

I didn’t know what else to do, so I’ve decided to take a nap. When I came to again it was already 3 in the afternoon. Since there’s nothing on my agenda I decided to go grab something to eat. I grabbed my wallet and keys, not even bothering to fix my hair, and went out of my apartment, closing the door behind me. Without intention I glimpsed at the white door again. Looked exactly like the last time I saw it. Except I had an odd feeling something was missing. I mean, it can’t be the door right? It’s fucking obviously here, standing, remaining closed, and possibly mocking me. My eyes widened at the sight of the f

I woke to the sound of yelling neighbors. I stretched, and went to tidy up my wild mane of hair. It took quite a lot of hair gel to get it tamed. Even then I still somehow looked like a clown. I change into something presentable, grabbed the boxes of chocolates I prepared as a gift, and head out of my apartment. The neighbors’ yells were much clearer now. The content was quite insulting. Yet for some ridiculous reason, out of all the flats on this floor, that one has to be the one I visit first. I walked up, ran my hands through my hair, and rang the doorbell. The yelling stopped for a second, and it was replaced with the shuffling of s

The first day I arrived here was a total nightmare. I didn’t know where to go, nor how to go. First step off the bus and people behind me were already bumping into my back as they rushed out of the bus, immune to the pain it caused. They always seemed to be in such a hurry, these folks, always seemed to know their place in this small city they call the Big Apple. I’ve always wondered why on earth were they always off in such a hurry. A whir and they’re gone. The looks on their faces looked like their house was on fire. I laughed then, hard. It was a full five minutes before I found the will to stop laughing. I stood, blushin

 I let out a huff of air as I threw my bags of groceries on the ground before me. I panted as I fumbled in my bag for keys.  Ugh…Where the hell are the-  My fingers brush past something thin small and cold. I smile as I pull out my keys.  Gotcha!  I thrust my key into my lock and jiggled. The door opened with a click.  And just before I walk in I stare at the door next to mine.  It was white, and made of wood, with the normal patterns you see on regular doors. It had a little brass handle. Nothing peculiar about this door, nor did it seem to contain something abnormal behind it.  It’s just a stupid wooden door.  And yet I