Getting past the sight of the iron bars outside the window, we reached the main entrance downstairs, but the double door was bolted with chains. Oh, and the best part? The chains with the padlock were placed from the inside!
Is this some kind of twisted joke? I thought when I saw it.
"What are we going to do, now?" the girl asked, with a worrying tone in her voice.
Without saying anything, I headed to the secretary's room which was right across the entrance. As we found the door open, I blindly scanned the wall and pressed the switch. Under the (slightly brighter) light of the two lamps hanging from the ceiling, I saw a desk in P-form with its chair and a line of archives behind it; but no windows. There were sheets of paper scattered everywhere, as some of the drawers were drawn open. The place wasn't as dusty as the other rooms, a fact I dismissed at that time. Maybe I was too relieved from the opportunity of a secure resting place. As the girl followed me, I only dreaded on the disappointment of getting either of us out of here.
There has to be something around here to open the lock. A key, that's it! I hit a fist onto my open palm Maybe the secretary had an extra, I thought and went to check the desk.
I watched the girl with my peripheral vision bouncing on her tiptoes and looking around with a nervous expression, as I did so.
After a while she approached the desk, leaning over it to stare at me. I lift my gaze from the paperwork (I hadn't find anything that resembled an opening device) and met hers. She didn't have to say anything. The anxiety was written all over her face.
"Yeah, this isn't the right time for me to be doing this" I acknowledged and stood up, while brushing the dust from my pants.
"You'll stay here, like a good girl and I...," I hesitated before sighing, "I'll go find something to open it"
We had to open the door, so I left the little girl sitting on the secretary's office and headed back to the hallway to look. Closing the door behind me, I paused with my hand still clinging to the knob. Although it felt wrong of me to leave her alone, it was better to risk myself in any danger than to drag her along into it.
Looking around, I realized the choices I had to get out of the entrance hall where limited; one being the corridor which we just came from and another unexplored corridor in my left. I chose the latter, hoping that I wouldn't run into any surprises.
There were several doors in this corridor, meaning several rooms, which also meant I had to check each one of them separately. Well, the chances of actually finding the specific key were pretty close to zero. The least I could do was search for a tool to break the lock, so I hoped I'll find the storage or a supply room.
Unfortunately, after searching the fifth room, I began having second thoughts as exhaustion started to win over me.
Why it's so hard to find a storage room?, I thought, while swearing under my breath. Would they mind putting it closer to the front door? Now I have to go...
I stopped in my tracks, because I had the feeling... someone was behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder, but no one was there; just the empty hallway.
My eyes darted from wall to wall.
That's weird. I shrugged. It must have been my imagination, I thought and continued my search.
Ultimately at the nineteenth… or it was the twentieth? It didn't matter. At that moment, I finally managed to find the storage. There was nothing sophisticated about it; it was just a closet. Metallic objects glistened in the corners of my vision, as the rest of the place was engulfed by shadows. I took a few steps into the dim closet and bumped my head in one of the keys hanging from the ceiling, which made me very sure this was where they stored the tools.
Did they read the 'Feng Shui for Dummies' wrong? Which person in his right mind would hang tools from the ceiling? I thought, rubbing my head.
Luckily I wasn't obligated to open anything else, to find what I needed. A long crowbar was leaning against a toolbox, in front of me. It was the perfect item; a stupid key wasn't necessary at all.
That is just right! I thought with a smile on my face
As I stretched my hand to grab it, I had the same feeling as before. I turned around to see… nothing again. This situation was beginning to worry me.
We have to leave this place, as soon as possible.
I returned quickly back to the secretary's room, being worried because the girl was alone for quite a long time. I sighed in relief as I rushed in to see her, safe and sound, sitting on the secretary's chair and spinning. She jumped off the chair and ran towards me the moment she noticed me. She hugged me with force by the waist, in which I responded by stroking her head. After the happy reunion of a hug, I crouched down and looked at her.
"Are you ready?" I asked her.
She nodded, beaming with confidence.
"Alright then; it's time to open this bloody door!"
EDIT (07/28/13): This chapter has been re-written.