The 7 Keys to my Life

The Junk House

She rushes to the flowers, checking only once if they had all been watered correctly. Then, rushing to the mansion, opening the door wide open, letting the cool air breeze rush like a stampede. She galloped up the stairs just as an excited teenage girl would. Jenna turns the nob of her room door. Not a budge, nothing. The door wouldn't open, not even with the slightest bit. Her eyebrows turning and twisting in different motions. Slowly walking back down the steps to find Ms.Sarah. No one, not a single soul. No Ms.Sarah, no maids, no noise, nothing. As puzzled and confused Jenna is, she still goes back up to her room door, pushing it with full force. 💥CRASH💥 Jenna falls flat on her face, her eyes directly in front of Ms.Sarah's pointy, almost elf like shoes. Standing up with her head twirling in a knot, she looks straight into Ms.Sarah's evil eyes. She can see the anger, the rage. "I'm so sorry to crash in, but...b..but my door would not budge." Jenna says. "Oh! That? Ah, yes, your room has been cleaned out!the maids found unease care things in here and cleaned it out!" Ms.Sarah replies. Jenna doesn't even think for a moment, she just looks under her bed (where the books and keys were). "Where did all the stuff go?" She immediately responded after seeing that everything under her bed was gone. "Into the old house around the block", the one in which everyone leaves there unwanted belongings" Ms.Sarah replies with a worried face. "You may not enter there, it's not safe" "Why? It's just a bunch of junk in an old house" Jenna answers with esteemed courage. "Because I said so! You..uh...you..might..get.. Cut with glass or something" she says with an interesting change in tone. "Please, I need a .... A book from there, the maids took it away. Please Ms.Sarah, please" Jenna says while fake sobbing. "Fine, but you must go now, while its still light out. Your books should be upstairs on the 2nd floor in the room that's labeled BOOKS AND OTHERS" Ms.Sarah says. "Ok, thank you, I'll be home in time for supper. Bye!" Jenna hurriedly gets her red cape like coat and goes through the door. She always has her phone in her pocket incase of emergencies. Jenna skips along the old brick road through the woods. She starts walking slower and slower. She looks at the haunting old trees surrounding her in every direction. With there green moss covering them all around. Every branch every root, covered. Even the brick road was slowly getting more green. She keeps walking, trying to move fast before it gets dark. Jenna sees the old house in the distance, she knows that it was a bit different, a bit more teared down. She usually only goes there when Ms.Sarah asks her to bring out some old furniture or junk in the basement. She looks at the time on her phone and sees that it is already 5:15, supper starts at 6:20 so Jenna has got an hour and 5 minutes to get her things and go home. She starts running instead of walking, gasping instead of breathing, until she finally arrives. Jenna, standing right in front of that hold wooden door, opens the door and walks in. She sees the flight of stairs on the left side. Patter stepping on the first step, Jenna can tell that the stairs have been......cleaned. Why would someone clean the stairs? She asks herself. But the more important question is....who. Jenna doesn't mind it and keeps moving. "Those questions are for when I get out of here and am home" she thinks. She goes up the stairs and looks for the door with the label BOOKS AND OTHERS. Jenna finds it. She opens the door, not to see the same man.....the man that tried killing her in the attic. " the man with a scar" she called him. This time, he only had one arm, the other was a razor. Yes, indeed, a huge sharp metallic razor, in which Jenna could smell the fresh blood already dripping from the razor. "From a past victim" she thinks. Before anything she is ready to fight, and just to her advantage there was a teapot and flower pot next to her right hand. Jenna grabbed them, but before she could use them he had jumped on her. Jenna, now struggling to get up, is about to get her throat slit by a razor. The man tries stabbing her with it but she moves constantly, from side to side.in this action, Jenna gets her cheek cut with the razor. If only she could reach that flower pot laying on the ground close to the mans foot. The man yells with grief and anger " HOLD STILL". While doing this, he kicked the pot closer to Jenna. She dodges another razor, and grabs the pot. Jenna, smashing it on his head then running away, she remembers about the books and about being late for supper. Looking at the clock, 5:56. If she runs she can make it in time . "What about the b-" she is broken off my the scream of the man inside the house. She runs... Just runs as fast as possible. Her heart racing faster than ever before, and her legs moving as fast as a cars wheels. Jenna keeps running and running, without hesitation, never looking back just looking forward. Jenna finally gets home and dashes through the door. Jenna closes the door, and locked it well. She goes to wash her hands for supper and then sits at the table with the maids and Ms.Sarah. "Did you find your books?" Ms.Sarah questions. "Uh.. Yes I did, I put them in my room" Jenna replies. "Oh what happened to your face, it's cut badly" " Oh, this is nothing. A piece of glass flung at my face will I was getting my books and it cut me, but I am surely fine." Jenna confirms. She goes up to her room after supper and thinks of a preparation plan for going back to ten junk house and getting her books. She must be prepared to fight, she needs weapons in acts of defense. She will make a kit and use it tomorrow when she sneaks out on "a walk" after she finishes chores.