Class 1 A Door Novels & Stories

The aura was not inviting so I did not bother answering her. I moved down the hall and she followed me. “So what’s he like? What’s his favorite colors? What does he like eating? Have you seen his abs?” The questions kept pouring out and I felt disgusted. “Ok, how about you get me to my class and maybe I might consider telling you something about him.” I said to her. “Your first class is the third door on your right.” “Great. Now get lost.” I told her before walking away. I heard the B-word behind me but ignored it and knocked on the classroom door.

Over. Fuck. Are we making a mistake? The thought doesn’t stop me. We creep to the end of the hallway where it’s darker than the rest. The classroom door looms ahead. It’s just a regular door, but tonight it radiates danger—something forbidden. Something tempting. And now, when we're about to do something illegal, it seems more dangerous than ever. The teachers don’t lock their classrooms. There’s an unspoken trust that subs and doms won’t break the rules after hours. Only Aiden locks his law classroom.

Su leaned into his class and pushed the door in. Class 16 on the fifth floor, the worst class in the third grade, is a group of mixed-day students, originally in the morning hours, but here is a noise. Until a figure appeared at the door of the class, the class became silent. It's like being suddenly pressed the pause button. Her face was as white as snow, so she appeared before the crowd, her eyebrows were clear, her long eyelashes trembling, but her eyes were extremely cold and her expression was light, and she looked a little lazy.

I was feeling apprehensive about today for some strange reason. Soon we were driving to the large academic building. The architecture was old but still in pristine condition and showed an air of grandeur and wealth. After parking, Aiden asked to see my class schedule, and I handed it to him. Grinning, he said, “All your classes are on the first floor so you shouldn't have any problems finding them. Also, this first classroom will remain the same for your entire stay and is similar to a home room, like in a pack school.”

Elderly. Startled by his abrupt arrival, a maid halted passing at the end of the corridor. Her mouth opened, but Kaiser shut her down with a gaze. Not necessary any words here. She turned down her eyes and vanished. He came to stop in front of the door designated 14. The brass figures were dull and damaged. The doorframe was covered in a thin coating of dust, disturbed just by one smudge close to the bottom like someone had squatted there. Most recently. He went for the handle.

I said, more to myself than anyone else. Frost stopped dead in front of the door to a classroom. Number 103, painted crookedly on the wood. I noticed the door was locked. Not just closed, but locked from the outside with a padlock, shining wetly. What the hell? My eyes drifted to the classroom next door. That one wasn’t locked. Just this one. What kind of sick joke was this? Anger flooded my belly. I shifted partially, claws extending. Ripped the padlock off, the shackle snapping with a loud snap that echoed through the flooded hallway. The lock clattered to the floor.

At the Adams Corporation, Alex showed Dede to her office which connects to Bryson's office. "Now listen carefully," Alex said, "Cafeteria is on the first floor. Mr Adams likes his coffee black. That means, no milk, no sugar. Monitor that light on top of your door," he said and Dede raised her head to see an oval shape light on top of her door in front of her. "When it flashes, you use this door," he pointed to a door to the left of Dede. "It is the connecting door to the Mr Adams office. You go listen to what he wants and you do it. Do you understand?" he said.

The red door opened by itself. That was how I knew it was a trap. Good doors resisted. Bad doors waited. This one swung inward without a creak, revealing a narrow room washed in low amber light. The paint on the frame was chipped around the handle. Pencil marks climbed one side in uneven lines, each with a date and an initial. A height chart. For children who had been measured before they were taken. Mira stood beside me, face gone white under the dirt.

Just raw walls and open gaps. The moment he stepped up— The air vanished. Complete silence. An unnatural silence. Then he saw it— A black door in the middle of the floor. It wasn’t mentioned in any records. A number was written on it— 413 But the mall only had shops up to 412. Room 413 didn’t exist. The door was slightly open. Inside — darkness so thick the flashlight couldn’t pierce it. Aarav gently pushed the door. It creaked. And then—

I say, and I get out. I hear both doors open behind me and I walk toward the building at the pace of someone who lives in this street and has done so for years and has no particular reason to be doing anything except walking toward a door. The building's entrance is a plain door and I get to it and I look at the buzzer panel and the ground floor unit is listed as 1A with no name beside it, just the flat number, and I put my hand on the door and push it and it opens. Unlocked.