Creepypasta Corner

On The 4th Floor

Being the teacher's assistant for a zero period physics class is more boring than you would think. It mostly entailed me waking up at around five-thirty in the morning to catch a bus for school, followed closely by me doing menial tasks around the room or the campus. When I wasn't doing that, I would usually just sit my ass down on the swivel chair in the far corner of the room, twiddling my thumbs like an idiot until the bell rang and I'd be free to go to a more interesting class. The only real upside was the fact that I didn't have to answer any of the students' questions, I just did all the shit-work that the teacher put off.

It was sometime in late November, 2006, that I remember being handed a summons by the teacher, Mr. Wallace. He didn't say anything, he just handed me the slip and walked back to the front of the class in his usual, boring zombie-like manner.

Glancing at the small pinkish slip, I saw that the box next to "REPORT TO IMMEDIATELY" was checked off, so I peeled myself off the swivel chair and proceeded outside the class. It was only until I had walked out onto the wind-chilled campus that I actually took the time to look at what had been given to me. I had originally thought that this was just another summons to the counseling office to discuss my poor grades in math and reinforce the fact that I was a loser, but upon further inspection, the location that required my services was much different than what I had expected.

"L-17, FOURTH FLOOR" was typed out in that small box under "LOCATION".

Before I go on further, I think I should give some details about the campus and the L-building. The campus was an outdoor area with small one story buildings dotting the landscape, all except for the L-building, which loomed over the western side of the school like some sort of strange whitewashed monolith. It was a monstrous four stories tall, and it dwarfed all that surrounded it, and despite the fact that I had been going to that same school for nearly four years at that point, I only ever had one class in that building, which was during my freshman year and that was only on the first floor. To be honest, I knew so little about the L-building that I actually thought that it was only three stories tall for the longest time.

When entering the L-building, I made my way up the once packed staircase that was now devoid of people due to class being in session. Going up further, I got that kind of feeling I used to get when I had to give a presentation in front of the class. It was like a cocktail of nervousness and anticipation that tied more knots in my stomach whenever I reached the next floor's landing. This alcoholic beverage of tenseness continued to fill my already queasy stomach with more acid until I had finally reached the fourth floor.

The fourth floor didn't open up to a hall with a bunch of lockers lined from wall to wall like the other floors did, rather, there was a wall with a door that was fixed in the dead center of it. The door itself was akin to those fire exits with the push handles, only it was painted a faded aqua-green with the outlines of what used to be a door sign at the top. I thought that it could be an exit to the outside roof used by the staff to do maintenance, yet that didn't really seem right.

I stood there for a good while, just asking myself questions like "Why would they need a physics T.A. all the way up here?" To which I would reply "Maybe they need an extra hand moving some supplies into the large storage closet that was in the back of the class." Yet no matter what answers I gave to myself, I couldn't shake that uneasy feeling.

I reluctantly walked over to the door and pushed it open as slowly as I could, sticking my head inside to get a better look at what I was getting myself into. To my surprise, it was just another hallway like the ones below. As my tension dropped, I started to move in, now fully putting myself in the hall.

The door clicked behind me, and as I turned to see the door that tension I had earlier became pure anxiety. I had not noticed when coming through to the other side that the door had no knob or push handle on this end.