Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27838637-20160605121157

This was just something I wrote for fun to have a little break from writing a larger story that I have been editing and rewriting to the point I have gotten sick of it. So just to clear my head I wrote a little micropasta. It didn't have alot of thought or time put into it, so don't expect much of it. However, if it is good enough I could probably work it into a piece that would be accepted onto the Wiki. So feel free to give me some feedback. Whether it's positive or negative, it will motivate me to work more on my larger pasta, and motivation is something that I am lacking right now!

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 Old Lock 

 I have an old lock on my door.

 Recently I began renting a small flat. I always spoke about how I couldn’t wait to get out of home once school finished, so as soon as our exams were complete I did just that. The only one I could afford was $155 a week, and it was a dingy old unit with paint peeling off the walls, a dead lawn, and a hollow timber door with an old lock.

 The old lock was one of those skeleton-key type ones; where it seemed as if any key of a similar shape would unlock the door without a problem. Hell, I could probably work it open with a stick from one of the many dead bushes on my lawn. The old lock consisted of a brass latch and a deadbolt, which could only be unlocked with the key, no matter whether you were inside or outside. I remember once, I lost the key and was essentially locked in until I found it.

 But the old lock was becoming more of an issue, rather than an inconvenience. The piece of shit wasn’t working properly. It would take me a few times to get it to work, just messing around with the key and the knob until it finally latched, so in my laziness I eventually just forgot to lock the door.

 However, yesterday I have woken up to an unnerving realization. That realization is that somebody had come inside to watch me sleep.

 I awoke to find a trail of muddy footprints tracing from the side of my bed to the wide open front door. I was freaked out, and nearly trashed my house trying to find out if anything was missing, to find if this mysterious intruder had stolen any of my belongings.

 They hadn’t.

 But still, I was fucking horrified. So tonight, before I went to sleep, I decided to make extra sure that the old lock was doing its job.

 I inserted the key, turned it, jiggled it, pulled it out, and repeated until the old lock finally latched. It was a bit of messing around to get the old lock to work, but when the bolt finally slid into place I felt safe. I even jiggled the handle to make sure it was locked.

 Now I am here, laying comfortably in my bed and ready to go to sleep. It was taking a while to get relaxed, but I knew that my door was locked, and that I would be safe.

 Then I heard something; a faint breath. I slowly rolled over, towards the source of the sound, and seen the massive figure looming over my bed.

 I reached under my pillow and grabbed the old key, whilst at the same time the figure reached into his coat and pulled out what appeared to be a large chisel. My mind was racing, wondering how he could possibly have made his way inside when I specifically remember locking that fucking door.

 Unless…

 He was already inside.

 I ran for the door, and the hulking figure followed. I made it to the door and slid the key into the keyhole. I turned it, but to no avail. Locking my door was supposed to keep an intruder out, but now it was only going to keep me in. I had to jiggle and fuck around with my door for a full minute before it would unlock, and I had all of ten seconds before the intruder behind me had made use of his crude weapon.

<p class="MsoNormal"> If only my door had a switch to unlock the deadbolt, like most of the modern locks, and I would have been free. But…

<p class="MsoNormal"> I have an old lock on my door. <ac_metadata title="Old Lock (unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>