whispers of a forgotten soul

The bell rang , shrill and cold, but no one moved . Which felt strange because in this time of the hour no one remained sited on their chairs. The teachers, mid-sentence, froze with their mouth half open, eyes glassy like porcelain. The ticking of the classroom clock echoed louder and louder until it stopped altogether.

I stood up slowly, my chair scraping against the floor, but no one flinched. My heart pounded. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Then l noticed something : One by one , my classmates began to disappear. Not dramatically ..... just vanish like fog when the sun hits it .

I started to recall what happened in the washroom. The mirror shattered itself into pieces like someone had just got out from there. "Maybe this was the result of it ", l told myself.

I was the only one left in the classroom with the desks which acted as a clear indication that they were student in here. I decided to walk out of the class to check if l am day dreaming again. The hallway was so quiet with no one passing by . The cold air that was spreading felt like l was in a museum.

The walls started to change itself, lt's was as if ,decaying and revealing the ghost world underneath it. I continued walking along the hallway with curiosity wanting to know what going on . All of a sudden l saw a boy standing, he was a bit far from me so l had to move closer to check. I was a bit surprised that we were the only one present around here.

When l was closer to him , l witnessed something strange on him . He was not wearing any school uniform. It was just a black leather sweater And a trouser with no shoes . I could only see his back. " Turn yourself so that l could see you " l said with a harsh voice. I trembled backwards with fear when he turned to me . He was the same boy in the mirror but this time there was no mirror which acted as a barrier between us .

He walked slowly toward me with a faint smile on his face . " He seemed more devilish in person ", l whispered to myself. When he was close enough he whispered something " The world you know is slipping. The one you were meant for..... is opening.

I could not understand those words clearly as it felt like a riddle to me . Suddenly a strange door appears behind him, it was old , wooden and slightly glowing with a soft blue light. The door structure appeared the same like in the ancient movie l saw. He went towards it and opened it. He then stretched his hand out to me .

I hesitated for a moment .... then l told myself " it now or never" l really need to seek answers to what is happening to me . I went forward and touched the door handle but something felt off, a shiver runned through my arm like static and sorrow all at once. When l looked behind everything seemed to be fading as l took a step forward.

Everything seemed dark inside it . The light is deemed with floating ashes and whispers in the air. Some ghost wandered silently like they lived in so much peace in there. Suddenly one turned back and smiled directly at me ( it was as if she knew me ) .

I didn't know if l had taken a step forward or fallen but as the door closed behind me with a whisper, the silence welcomed me like an old friend.

And somewhere in the distance, a voice breathed against my skin ....

"Welcome home "