I woke up, feeling relaxed and refreshed. Mom was in my room, examining the picture frame on the dresser. It was a picture of me as a kid, playing in the park. She looked up when she noticed I was watching her.
She had sad look on her face, one that made me worry about her.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She opens her mouth to say something, but decided against it and said instead, "How are you feeling?"
"Better, I guess."
"Good. Good night." With that she left the room.
I looked out the window. It was dark outside, and I wasn't going to sleep again after that long nap. So I got up. My laptop crashed. My phone died. So what could I do? I glanced at the wall with the hidden door.
No, I thought. But my feet and other plans. Before I knew it, I was right in front of the door.
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The Hidden Door
Mystery / ThrillerJessica Goldfield moved to Lane Street 2 years ago. She didn't have any friends. She was often called "the loner." Her room was like the room of an average 14-year old. But, Jessica's whole life changes on an average day. She finds something in her...
