Never Open That Door

Why did you do this? (Part 3)

Izzy couldn't sleep. She was still terrified of what happened. Izzy heard a rattling sound by her desk. She gasped, then sat up. She stood up and walked over to the chair with a coat hung on it. Nothing, not even an inch was moved. She walked back over to her bed. "Great! I'm scared enough to the point I'm imagining things!" She quietly screamed. She got tucked in, and closed her eyes. She then heard another rattle, but it was different this time. Confused she got up again, but to her surprise, she really was imagining! She felt like she was going crazy! She shut her eyes, and eventually, fell asleep. The next day, she went to tell her parents, but they didn't believe her, said that she was indeed imagining. Izzy ate, got ready, and was off to school. "Okay, class, let's start!" said Mrs. Vincent. After school, Izzy was walking home, when she felt someone hug her. "Hey, bestie! Are you still coming to the party?" said Izzy's best friend, Tamia. "Maybe, if my parents let me." Izzy said anxiously. "Okay, see ya!" Tamia lived a few houses behind Izzy. "Bye, Tammy!" That's what Izzy calls Tamia. Izzy walked in and set down her backpack. She was finally home. She decided to see the basement, so she quietly cracked open the door, but, unfortunately, was caught. "Isabelle Emily Peterson, what on earth are you doing?!" Taffeta screeched. Izzy spinned around. "Mom, it's not what it looks like! I just saw it was opened a crack, and thought it was oka-" She was cut off. "Don't lie to me, young lady! I saw you! Go up to your room NOW!" Izzy ran past her mother and up the stairs. She was frustrated, but then, heard a shake by the end over her bed. "Who's there?!" she quietly screamed. "Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you, unless you hurt me!" Then, a person climed from the side over bed onto the mattress. She quickly scanned them. It was clear that it was a boy. He was quite cute. He look like space. He had black angel wings, white horns and a red halo. He looked like a angel, and a devil! "Are you gonna talk to me, or you just gonna stare?" he said. "Oh, sorry, what's your name?" Izzy whispered. "Devon, Devon Anderson!" He seemed...excited to meet her! "Well, my name is-" "Isabelle Emily Peterson, I overheard you and your mom, sorry..." said Devon. "Why are you sorry?" Izzy questioned. "Well, I eavesdropped, aren't you mad?" he said, seeming worried. "No, I'm not mad, I'm surprised, actually, but, where exactly did you come from?" she said. He squinted, then widen his golden eyes, and said,"The basement." Izzy was shocked! *thinking "Didn't I close the door?!"* "But..." Devon said. "Why did you do this?" Devon asked. "Hm? Do what?" Izzy was confused. "Why did you let me out?"