A Wooden Door In A Metal Shop

Apparently, there was quite a shock on Wednesday when Mr. Jacobs, the metal shop teacher, entered his classroom on that particular morning.  Standing in the dead center of the room tall and majestically was a wooden door.  It seemed rather large compared to the all of the other doors in the school and had some sort of hieroglyphs carved into it that nobody in school could make heads or tails out of.  Even our wonderful Principal Michaels took a look at the carving and simply said, "This is not of this Earth," and walked out of the room.  He's such a kidder.

The metal shop room itself has never had any desks in it.  In stead, it has large, solid wooden tables with metal cabinets beneath so students can store their tools and projects in them.  Each table weighs between 100 and 200 pounds and is bolted to the floor.  The door was standing where one of the tables once stood.  The table was moved several yards across the room, along with all of the other tables as if the door landed from above and the tables were blown back in the blast.  There is also a frame around the door.  The frame appears to be what is holding it in place although it is unclear as to which side it opens from.  The door knob, a solid gold knob with a snake or snake like being wrapped around it, has a key hole in it.  The most common theory is that the reason no one can open the door is because it is simply locked.  Personally I do not understand why so many people are so fascinated with opening a door with nothing inside.

Mr. Jacobs assigned new seating with the tables in the new positions and the door as a new permanent fixture of his classroom.  The class was mostly a normal metal shop class until the end of the day.  Reportedly, Jeremy Bauer was the last student to leave.  My how I hate him.  Anyway, you know that old expression 'last one out shut the door.' Well stupid, stupid Jeremy forgot to get the door so he stepped back into the dark room if only for a moment.  He was alone aside from the door towering over him.  He felt compelled to approach the door.  Just as he was about to walk away, he heard a faint buzzing that seemed to originate from the door itself!  Jeremy pressed his ear against the cold wood.  It was not buzzing at all.  It was screaming.  Constant, unending screaming.  He yanked his head back in fear but before he could leave, he saw a small trail of light coming from the keyhole.  Jeremy looked behind the door to be sure it was still in this plane of existence.  The light did not come through on this side of the door but then again, there was no keyhole on this side of the door knob.  Jeremy worked up his courage one more time, knelt down in front of the door knob, and looked inside.  He was found the next day.  He has not spoken since.  What he saw was so unbelievable, so awful, so other-worldly that it robbed him of his essence, of his being but was not quite kind enough to rob him of his life.  What a drama queen.