A London lamppost

Agnes Jensen is on a vacation in London, she's having a great time and is enjoying to be herself without having to talk to someone all the time.
But then, while she's trying to decide what to have for dinner today, a boy walks into her, and she hits her head on a lamppost, and passes out.

Later when she's taking a walk she suddenly stops at a red door, she feels both drawn to and repulsed by this strange door.
What behind it? And was it really just a coincidence that she chose to go on a vacation precisely London? Maybe she was supposed to be there...

There will come some chapters sometimes, but I'm too busy right now to submit a lot, sorry...


6. Red doors

I put my hand hesitantly on the golden handle, and without even thinking about I twisted my wrist, and I heard an indefinable click. I gently put one elbow against the door to support the heavy door, and pushed, it gave a quiet shriek, and opened halfway. Though it was still light outside, I was hit by a darkness that reached all the way up to the opening. I walked in and felt almost that I was drawn in, it was not my intention to go deeper than just the opening, but after the first two steps, I heard the same click as before, and the door was now closed, but I did not turn around. I felt that there was someone here, someone who did not want to do anything evil, but I did not know who that someone was. It was as if a voice in the room told me that we can not go back in life, only forward, and it felt natural. I stood still and tried to orient myself, trying to sense the size of the room, and let my eyes get used to a room with windows, where the light did not come from outside. The dark quilt took off slowly, and I could see the contours of the next door, at the other end of the room. Cautiously I walked towards it, I stretched my arms above me, there was no sound, the cars and the people outside, and my whole day was gone, back was only the next door.


My small steps brought me slowly closer to the door, it was an old plank floor, but there was no creaking, and my shoes, hit the tree softly, like barefoot in the grass on a summer day, it felt easy, and when I reached for the handle on the new door, which was just as red as the first, I noticed that it was not completely closed. I could just see a light from the fireplace behind it, it was hot, and while I still pushed the door,  I unbuttoned my jacket, and cleared my throat. "Hello?" I heard myself say. "Is anyone there?" The soft crackle from the fireplace, was the only answer I got, I raised my head and said again, a little higher, "Hello? Is there anyone home? I just ... "" Just come all the way in, my girl. "Said a warm and patient, but weak voice. And so I did. It was a typical English house, and an equally typical English fireplace, but it seemed like something that belonged in a world of many many years ago, as an image or picture painted a long time ago, and the smell that hit my face, was also the smell of old and felt anything but normal. She sat right in front of the fireplace, and looked into the small flame, the light was reflected on her old and wrinkled face, I could see the hint of a smile. "Sit in the chair next to me, my child. I have waited for you longer than you think." I sat down in the chair, and finally she looked up, it surprised me that I was not afraid, not for an old lady, but for doors that open themselves, light that did not penetrate, and sounds that just stays away as if they were asked to do it, but I was not. "You look so much like your mother, your curious and fearless eyes, with the special light that we girls have on our side of the family. How is she? ""Fine."I said, and understood nothing at all. I looked into her eyes, and noticed that she was right, I had never thought about it before, there was something special about our eyes, and I saw it  in the old woman's eyes, even though her light was not quite as sharp, it looked as if it were about to die. "When you wake up in the morning, so you wake to a whole new world, the light I have left in my eyes, will be your light, and the world you wake up to will now be your world. But first, I must explain to you why. It has taken me a long life, to get ready for this evening, and night, with you. You know that you are something special, that something is hiding in you that you do not understand. But it is now, you have to learn to open up your power and strength."I sat with my mouth open, and studied her face, and felt that her words to me was something I might always knew would come, and I always had thought that I would defend myself against. But she said the words in a way, as if she held me closely while she gave her life to me.

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