Forever Young

Intro

Andrea cycled up the sidewalk that lead up to her house. When she got her blue mountain bike up into her garage she jogged to her kitchen door and entered in through there. As soon as she entered in, she shouted out loud, "Mom, I am home! Anyone there?" There was no response in return. Andrea glanced at her watch. It was 5:30 pm, the time when both parents were at work. She shrugged and decided to go to the playroom and watch some T.V. Suddenly, Andrea heard a loud thud that seemed to be coming from her bedroom. She picked up the T.V. remote control and switched it off. Andrea hopped off the couch and ran up to her bedroom hoping that one of her cats didn't knock over anything heavy or breakable. When she got to her room, everything was normal. Except one thing. When Andrea turned to face the time on her bedroom clock on the wall next to her bed, it wasn't the same clock that was there before she went cycling round the neighborhood. At all. Instead, there stood a tall, huge, proud grandfather clock, which had the two colors of black and white in a round swirl that made her dizzy just by looking at it. Andrea went close to examine it; the grandfather clock's pendulum door suddenly swung open and sucked her into another world.

You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but also of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead— your next stop, the Twilight Zone!

Chapter 1

Andrea eventually opened her eyes and found herself tied up in tight ropes on a wooden chair, right in the center of an empty and unfamiliar room, not being able to move a muscle. She glanced around with shifty eyes. The room was white with black stripes all over the bare walls and the floor. The only other thing in the room apart from the chair Andrea was tied down to, there was a grandfather clock that looked exactly like the one that was in her room before she got transported to this strange dimension. In fact, what if the same clock in Andrea's room previously transported itself with her, as they must have traveled through time or space, or even both?

As far as Andrea could see, there seemed to be no door leading into or out of this room. No, not true! There has to be a door there somewhere! Maybe it was just well camouflaged.

As the minutes (or maybe hours) ticked away on the grandfather clock, the minute hand moved at a pace where even a snail could move faster. Eventually, the grandfather clock gave a deafening noise when the minute hand was on the twelve, same place as the hour hand. It was midnight already? Or was it noon from the past or the future? Either way, Andrea still stared at the clock face, awed by how much time she might have been or spent traveling into this dimension room.

Andrea tilted her head from exhaustion and almost closed her eyes, just as she heard a silent, gradual creaking from somewhere. She looked up saw a piece of the wall opening itself open. That must have been the door to another room, another world…or another dimension.