My new house is super old. I don't like it. Mom and Dad felt bad for the sudden move, so they gave me the master bedroom. To me it seems suspicious. I am a really curious teenager, so when we moved here i had to check out the house. My family is really messed up, because my Mom has black hair, and bright blue eyes. My Dad has black curly hair and brown eyes. I have long black wavy hair and one blue eye, and one brown eye.
As I walk into my room, I notice the huge closet doors. When we were touring the house, the sales lady told us the closet doors didn't open, apparently the owners before us glued them shut. I'm not really sure about that. So now i have dressers lining the walls. While I was unpacking, I heard a sound coming from the other side of my room. The direction of the closet. Since I'm curious, I walked over to the old doors. I touched the cold doors and shivered. The finish on the painted door was rough and dry. Disgusting texture. It was like touching dry burned grass. I knocked on the door, not expecting a reply. I ran my hands down the door frame putting my hand on the door handle.
A loud bang came from the other side. It rattled the doorknob violently. I gasped and stepped back. I called for my dad "Dad!". No one answered. I turned around and ran down the hall to the smaller bedroom to see no one. No bags, no traces of my family. I ran to the other rooms to see the same thing. I ran to my room, looking at the closet doors. They were open. Not much but enough to see the darkness inside them.
One single tear ran down my face. They were playing a joke on me. I pushed the ugly old doors open. The lightbulb flickered on. I fell on the floor in fright. I whimpered at the pain that rushed through my body. I sat up and pushed the hair out of my pale face. My fist thought was to run down the stairs and find my family. My mind thought it was a good idea, but my body didn't follow. I stood up and slowly walked towards the door. My hand brushed the brass doorknob and pulled my hand away. I walked into my never before seen closet. Suddenly the doors behind me slammed shut. I screamed and twirled around. "Let me out, it's not funny anymore!".
I sat down against the wall. The flickering light source was swaying back and forth. Making it was more terrifying for me. I started to cry, slow warm tears. My family were so mean to me. I bumped my head against the wall behind me, but the sound was hollow. I faced the wall and knocked on it. Hollow. The wall wasn't a wall. It's a door, or a panel. There was a secret exit. The look on my parent's faces when i escaped their devious plan would be hilarious.
I found the crystal doorknob laying on the floor further into the closet. I picked it up and stuck it into the handle spot. I opend the dark chestnut brown door. The creak of the door opening is sickening. It was like stepping on a cat. Suddenly the light bulbs lit up the room. It's not a room, it's a set of stairs leading to pitch black. The final light flickered on showing what was at the end of the stairs. What I see makes me sick. Just laying there on the floor was gore. Bloody body parts and organs. The smell was revolting. I gagged and felt dizzy. I took one step down to get a better look of the body parts. The door closed behind me and i frantically tried to open it. The someone tapped me on the shoulder and spoke, "No you don't" and then they pushed me down the stairs. As i was falling, I looked up to see who the person was. It was my Mom and Dad, then they opened the door and walked through it, closing it behind them. The click of the lock made me sob. "come back...".
