Natalie frowned, went to the door and tried to open it, but something outside was in the way. She knocked and shouted:
- Hey, what's going on there?
- Everything is fine, - Stan answered in a cheerful voice. - I'm going to my goal!
- That's fine, Christian Gray, but why did you barricade the door?
- So that you do not hinder me. If there are obstacles in my path, I must simply remove them and move forward.
- We hinder you in no way from going towards your goals.
- You're hindering. You pull me back. You are all fat cows, dolls, stupid sheep, you are a herd unable to rise higher. I'll leave you all behind and find my way to rise!
- Well, come here to us and I help you rise.
- No, I've had enough. It's all because of the witch. The Fat Cow cursed me and now I cannot do anything. But I'll be free myself of her curse.
- How? - Natalie frowned. - Hey, what are you doing there?!
- I'll burn her! - Stan cried gleefully. - Then the curse will cease to work! You will also burn out, but you yourself are to blame. You can't get in the way of the great Christian Gray!
- Stan, come to your senses! - Natalie shouted. - Your name is Stan, not Christian Gray! Let us out of here!
Alex jumped up from his chair, ran to the door, and also drummed into it:
- You, fucker, open the door, quickly, do you hear?!
- Lord, he's a real psychopath, - Natalie whispered.
From under the door appeared the first wisps of smoke, they felt the smell of gasoline.
Alex fell on the door with all his might, after several strong shocks he managed to move it a few centimeters and everyone in the room could see the flames sliding and intertwining in a beautiful dance between the frame and the outer edge of the door. Alex pushed even harder, but immediately jumped back - the fire had already engulfed door almost entirely.
- Windows! - he shouted. - We must get out of here!
- There are iron grid on the windows, - Natalie said in a low voice. - We can't get out.
- They don't open?
- They open. Only the key is on the reception.
- Fuck! - Alex swore.
Now they all stood, looking in horror at the blazing door, bewildered, dazed, unable to believe what was happening...
- Lena! - suddenly shouted the coach. - Lena, where are you?! What's with you?!
No one answered her. The room was filling with smoke.
- And what is that door? - Alice suddenly asked. - Where does it lead?
They all turned around. In the far corner of the room was another door, painted pink to match the wallpaper that had been pasted over the room, and therefore almost invisible against the wall.
- To the back room, - Natalie said gloomily.
- Are there windows?
- I do not remember. But even if there are, they are also with bars.
Alex rushed forward, with all his strength pushed the door with his shoulder, but it gave in easily and he, without meeting resistance flew into the dark room and fell to the floor.
- Fuck!
- I didn't say the door closed,- Natalie said reproachfully.
They ran to the open door and saw Alex, who, continuing to swear, was already getting up looking quickly around the room. The closet was dark. Alice pulled out her pants lighter and clicked the button... They saw piled haphazardly tools in the corner, cans of paint and solvents on the shelves...
- Fire extinguisher! - Alex yelled, rushing to the left corner.
- Emergency exit, - Alice said, pointed to the iron door on the opposite wall. - The key is also on reception as always?
- No, - Natalie whispered. - Lord, I forgot!
She hurriedly approached the door, fumbled with her hand on the wall to the left, and within a minute she was turning a long key more like a metal pin in the keyhole with trembling hands.
- Here was a fire inspection recently, - she explained, her voice hoarse with excitement. - Therefore the key hung in the proper place.
- A rare case for Russia, - Alice remarked ironically. - The key to the emergency exit is next to the emergency exit, not somewhere in a locked drawer on the third floor.
Fresh frosty air rushed into the room and all of them - in what they were - in slippers, sneakers, high-heeled shoes, fell out into the cold drifts.
- Hurry! - Natalie shouted. - Alex, we need to get Lena out, she stayed inside!
Without asking who Lena was, Alex, without letting go of the fire extinguisher, ran after the psychologist.
It was cold in the snow in light shoes and the four girls, shivering chilly, also walked to the entrance to the cottage. The porch door was wide open. Peering into the smoky lobby, they barely made out the figure of the coach huddled at the front desk. Looking closer, they saw that she was untie the girl from the chair, who registered them in the morning.
- Are there any more fire extinguishers? - Alex shouted from somewhere in the depths of the corridor.
- There are! - Lena answered, freeing her legs from the last ropes. - By the fire shield, and on the stairs between the first and second floors. And another one on the second floor.
- Bring everything here!
Natalie and Lena ran down the corridor and soon returned, carrying three red cylinder with them.
- Give me one, - said Sara, stepping forward. - I can deal with it.
The three of them went in the direction of the conference - hall.
Alice, Dana and Rita remained standing in the hall. Their throats tickled from the smoke, eyes stung, but overall, it was no longer scary.
- Maybe we would taken things from the rooms? - offered Dana.
- Wait, - Alice warned. - We don't know where the psycho went. What if he is on the second floor?
- No, - said Rita, - he was running to the road, I saw. Shall we call the firemen?
Lena came out into the hall and fall wearily into a chair.
- No need firefighters, - she said. - We almost extinguished the flame. Alex will finish now.
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Doors are always open
General Fiction«Oh, if only, if only» ... Here's life would be if only... And what would life be like if we dared to enter those doors that were never locked for us? One thing is certain - by entering the open door, you will no longer remain what you were all thes...
