The Locked Closet
By:Grace Cartee
It was early March when my sister Sabrina and I (Gracelynne) were born. We are identical twins and are nothing alike. She is all miss perfect grades, hair, teeth, and just everything. I am sporty, outgoing, bubbly, and more popular with the boys. On the weekends she would rather go to the spa, get her hair done, or go to the mall. I would rather go to the gym, the pool, or practice my hockey skills. Hockey is my favorite sport and cheerleading with friends is Sabrina’s favorite sport ( Is it even a sport??). Well gotta go…
Gracelynne
That was diary entry on March little did i know! All of that was about to change. It all started 2 days later when I received an invitation for a sweet 16 birthday party. I really didn’t want to go because it was for one of Sabrina’s stuck up friends. But,my mom made me go. It was the night of the party and my sister insisted that I dress in a fancy dress and I tried to get out of it but that didn’t work.
When we got to the party Sabrina disappeared and I was left to “party” by myself. After I got away from the crowd i went into a small room and saw a closet, and something inside me told me to open it so i did.But, it was locked. I turned around a jumped out of my skin because a ghostly person was standing behind me.
She said, “ The closet is the key to everything. Go find the key hidden under the old oak tree with the doll, and you will be greatly sad but rewarded.” She then disappeared and I went to find my sister. I searched the whole house but she was nowhere to be found. I then went to my sister’s best friend and she told me that she hadn’t seen my sister and she thought that we didn’t come. I then asked her if there was an old oak tree in her backyard by a doll. She said that she had an old oak tree and had buried her doll underneath it.
I went outside and started to dig until i found her doll and on the doll was a necklace with a key on it. I ran back to the old room and put the key in the keyhole. I started to turn it and “click”. The door opened. What i saw in the closet was a nightmare. My sister was curled up and was all bloody. I saw a small stab mark near her left breast and checked her pulse. There was no pulse… I started to ball my eyes out and got my phone and called the police. When i hung up the phone i saw the ghost figure floating above my sister and realized that if i looked close enough it was my sister.
I asked my sister who had done this to her and she said, “ The least likely of my friends. That is all I can tell you.” She then disappeared.
