3. The Key

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As I sat in my bed in silence, I felt nothing could be worse. But it did. For some reason,

I couldn't move. I tried to get up, but it pulled. It.

What is it? A force? As I slowly gained my ability to move, I looked at the painting. It did this! It did it all!

I carefully walked over to the painting to take it down. As I walked, the floor creaked, the house shook, and I felt as if I was going to be unconscious.

I tried to take off the painting, but it felt impossible! The force threw me back onto my bed. The painting was on the floor.

Behind the painting was a key. The key was slightly rusted and gray. It had designs going left to right, up and down, and squiggly lines everywhere. What is this for? Maybe for... the house? Doubt that. So what is it?

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