There was a door that I had never gone in. It stood out in the middle
of a forest, a strange place for a door. It stood straight up and
seemed to have no supports, it seemed magic almost that it could be
there. When I first saw it there was a child going in. A little girl I
think, not very old. Perhaps about 6 years old. I ran along and when I
got there the door was shut. There was no lock on the door; therefore,
I took it that it would have to be open. Grabbing the knob I twisted
it and pulled. It wouldn't open, this was impossible!
Except … that child I had seen could be holding the door shut from the
inside, I pulled harder. The harder I pulled, the harder it became to
pull. Suddenly I realized there was a lock on the door. I must not
have noticed it before. That was all, now all I had to do was find the
key. Oops, it's time for dinner.
Running back home, I thought about the door, for some reason I
couldn't get it out of my mind. All evening I thought about it, I was
sure that the lock hadn't been there before! Oh well! Going to bed I
thought about it. It was in my dreams too. I was trying to get in, but
suddenly there were chains on it. Then I heard a bolt slide in place
and I could see it in the crack in the door. There were more chains,
and more chains. Every time I tried to get in more padlocks, more
chain and bolts would appear.
The next day I ran to the field and looked at the door, phew, just the
same as before. I started looking for the key, and then I realized
that maybe the door wouldn't be locked today! Running to the door, I
took a good twist and yank. Suddenly I heard a bolt slid into place.
Each day I came there would appear another chain or padlock.
Finding a door to exit would become a puzzling exercise during one of their St. Albans investigations. Terri and Marie were in what is known as “the safe room,” because a large old-fashioned safe is located there. They had completed their investigation and were readying to leave the room when they realized they couldn’t. There wasn’t a door. “It was as if it had been morphed over,” said Terri. “We went around and around in circles. We were growing concerned when we made another lap and there it was. It was as if the door materialized out of nowhere,” she said.
When the police arrived, they had to break through the window because both the windows and the door was locked from the inside. This means someone would have to lock them from the inside.
up the steps and entered the house. A combination of horror and amazement swept over
of doors, in the bath or in bed - no escape. Nothing was your own except the few
Upon entering the room, I noticed a long white lattice fence in the middle of the room. It was a partition d...
were 10 doors and at end there was a statue of Osiris, the god of the
He was reluctant to do so but knowing he might get out he listened. As soon as he covered his face the door blew of the hinges and broke the window throwing glass everywhere. When he uncovered his eyes he saw nothing but smoke, after it cleared he could clearly see written on the wall outside "welcome to The Game". He thought this was all a nightmare trying to wake up he only ended up hurting himself from all of the pinches. After working his way through the hallways following the arrows, he got to the front door. He knew it would be locked but tried anyway and to his surprise it moved, but only an inch or so. Chained from the other side the door wouldn't come
“I’m not sure but I don’t want to stick around to find out!” Yelled Kelvin as he ran for the door, but instead of the door only hanging by one hinge like before, it was now bolted down and there was no way to
the wall. Even though it could have been a bad sign, if he had told
Peter Nicks and William Hirsch’s 2012 documentary film, The Waiting Room, follows the lives of patients, doctors, and staff in a hospital in California. The hospital is a safety net hospital meaning that it provides care to low-income, uninsured populations. The documentary examines the obstacles faced by people who live without healthcare in addition to showing the public what goes in a safety net hospital. The Waiting Room fits into the finger categories of government and politics and science and technology. The most relevant category is government and politics. Healthcare and insurance have played large roles in the government for years. In fact, ObamaCare, the president’s plan for health care reform was one of the root causes of the 2013 government shutdown. This draws attention to just how large and important the congressional healthcare debate truly is. The documentary also fits under the finger category of science and technology. The Waiting Room discusses the technological and scientific innovations found in today’s hospitals. Additionally, it references some of the new methods being used to treat diseases that are prevalent in society. This is particularly significant because these new technologies and treatment methods are being used to save lives every day. The implications of the Waiting Room and safety net hospitals are not limited to finger categories; they are evident in tens of thousands of hospitals throughout the world.
the door. In result to this the boy cries and decides to get a shovel
scale a ten foot wall, just to get inside. When all three of us were
•In the house windows flew up and down and doors were repeatedly ripped off their hinges in the house even though they were securely locked.
Full of energy and power! My rib was throbbing slightly, but it was worth it. The next song started up, this was one of the ones with real force and distortion. which leads to more energy and power. Throughout the whole night I kept that energy.
In life, one comes across their fair share of closed, and locked doors. Sometimes the door slams shut just as you begin to cross its threshold. Sometimes you spend hours, days, weeks, months, and even years, hoping that by some miracle of chance the door will open. Yes, it's true some merely rot away waiting for doors that have closed, stuck in their same simple mindset that solves nothing. If only they would try thinking in new ways, because maybe then they’d be able to open it. But no, It’s the same dreadful cycle of old thoughts, old ideas, and expired hope. These doors are the creators of misery, and the creators of innovation. All this talk of locked doors seems to neglect those who are locked in by doors, not out. Because, that too is