He came into the lecture hall exactly at exactly 14:31. He was 29 minutes early. But it was okay. He liked it. It was calming. He sometimes dared to put up his legs on top of the desks.
But not today. Today the place was abandoned. Not empty.
The lights were off. Few pieces of rubbish here and there, revealed underneath the moon light that came in through the roof. The heating was broken. He suspected that he would freeze to death during the two hours, if no one else showed up.
One time that happened. He was the only one that came in. Even the lecturer didn’t show up. Perhaps it was because of the college party the day before. Everyone always went.
Except for him.
It was eerily quiet. The only noise came from the flickering exit sign. That seemed to speed up all of a sudden.
It didn’t handle it and after a little lightning the sign burst into pieces.
The doors shut tight.
Before he was able to realise what’s going on all the chairs started ripping themselves from the metal frames. The screws were rising, floating in the air like little stars. The rolling up counter tops pushed him further back into his seat which was shaking like a wild bull.
He got up and realised that the room was floating around him. The counter tops dancing on the walls, the chairs floating around him as if trying to show him off. And when the lights started to flicker and hilight the most beautiful corners of the chairs, tables, walls and himself. He wasn’t afraid anymore.
The room became alive for him.
For once he wasn’t lonely.