|No entry (standard:mystery, 1008 words)|
|Author: Lev821||Added: Feb 23 2012||Views/Reads: 2796/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|What is the mystery behind the building that has no doors or windows?|
"Are you sure it's this way?" "Positive, I came this way the last time I visited," said Martin Randolf, climbing over the unsteady fence onto the dirt track. Oswin Douglas also climbed over and the two twelve year olds walked further into the countryside. The path twisted and turned into the distance and disappeared amongst a small wood. The path was only five feet wide and was flanked on both sides by a low fence, beyond which were large fields that spread as far as the eye could see. The town of Straloch, Scotland, was four miles east, and the path that spread behind the two boys led to a small village so tiny not even a local area map would acknowledge its presence. Ahead, the path wound towards Inverey which was sixteen miles north of Straloch. They were both heading towards a building which had no doors or windows and used to be a tourist attraction. It was approximately forty feet long and thirty feet wide. Everybody who had tried to gain entry to it had failed to find an opening. Nobody could find an entrance and it has baffled people through the ages who had tried to figure out the enigma . After a few minutes, they entered into the forest which loomed above them in an archway. The area became gloomy and the path turned away to the left. The daylight tried to penetrate through but it only managed to create a dark grey feel. "How far now?" asked Oswin. It's actually just behind this wood". Martin replied. They walked deeper, following the path, unafraid of its dark, silent areas. “You know I still can't believe you haven't heard of it," said Martin. "Well It's hardly my fault is it? You know I'm not sure this place actually exists". "Well what the bloody hell are we doing miles away out here. If it was a joke then it wouldn't be very funny". The path became narrower as it wound its way out of the wood. The gloom from within the trees blended into the daylight and the two boys emerged, the path ahead disappearing into the distance. "Here it is," said Martin. Oswin looked with curiosity as he saw that beyond the fence to the left, was a large, unrecognisable building. "So it exists then," he said. "Yes, there's supposed to be an entrance, but nobody can find it. You will be rich if you do". "Do you think so?" said Oswin. "Definitely, the puzzle has evaded people through out the ages, so if you manage to find a way in, you'll be rolling in cash," "Let's go over then," said Oswin, crossing over to the fence. He climbed over, followed by Martin. They walked over to the structure and gazed at its splendour. The building looked as though it had grown from the very ground itself, and the large bricks that made up the four walls were of a dark grey colour, worn by age, rather like a castle. It was only fifteen feet high, yet it was impossible to climb because there were no grips which could be used to help ascend it. They both walked around it, constantly searching for a possible way in, but could not see any clue as to revealing its mystery. On the fourth round, Martin stopped and walked towards a tree which was only feet away from the building. "I'll have a go at climbing this, maybe I can see something on the roof that could let us in" he said, beginning to climb. Oswin walked around to the opposite side of the structure. He then had an idea which seemed to be worth a try, yet it seemed a little bizarre, but as nobody was out here to see him, he turned and stood approximately two feet away from the wall with his eyes closed. Extending his right arm forward, he touched one of the wall's grey bricks. In his mind he pictured the same wall, but instead, saw it with an open doorway, directly in front of him. He stepped forward, and could no longer feel the wall. He continued onwards, engulfed in blackness, inside the building. He opened his eyes and was struck immediately by the brightness around him. There were many sights impossible to exist in the real world. People and objects were near and far. He could see streets, cars driving past and even through each other. Animals ran around in a distant countryside and there were snowy wastelands blending into high temperature deserts. They were changing, moving, existing for a few moments before disappearing to be replaced by something else. There was no sound. It was as if he was in a sound proof booth. Then he realised, there was nothing beneath his feet, yet he was not falling, nor hovering. It was as if he was standing on a sheet of glass. An expanding universe of changing, visual images surrounded him like a dream, for that was exactly what it was, many people's collected dreams. What they were dreaming at the moment was present around him. If they woke up, it would disappear, and when somebody fell asleep, their dreams would appear. Whose dreams they were, he did not know, but he did know that he didn't want to leave. He wanted to be here for as long as possible. He walked forward, into thousands of dreams. Martin climbed down the tree and walked around the building, expecting to find Oswin, but he was not there. Checking the surrounding area, he was nowhere to be found. He crossed back to the building and knew that he had found an entrance. Oswin was the only person in history to have found the portal. He knew he would, that was why he had brought him here, to see if whether or not he was worthy of entering the dreamworld. Only by finding the entrance was he worthy. Martin smiled, and walked forward, through the wall, soon to join his friend once again. Tweet
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