It was supposed to be a normal morning. I woke up, brewed my coffee, and prepared to head to work. But the moment I stepped out of my bedroom, I realized something terrifying: the doors of my house would not open. I tried the front door, the back door, even the windows.
Nothing budged. No amount of pushing, pulling, or twisting could release me from my own home. Panic set in fast. I shouted for neighbors, hoping someone nearby could help, but the house seemed isolated. Even my mobile signal was weak.
Hours passed, and I realized this was no ordinary jammed door something invisible was holding me in. Fear turned to confusion, and confusion soon turned to desperation. In my panic, I remembered a story I had heard at a local café.
