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Something was weird. Philip was not there in the dining room. Usually, Philip is always present there, he was a great foodie.

“Elsa, get Philip to eat.” Dad commanded.

I rushed upstairs. The corridor was narrow and my room is situated near the corner of the passage. Philip’s room was locked.

He never locks his door. “What’s going on?” I muttered under my breath.

I heard a low tapping sound-TAP. TAP. TAP. “What was that sound?” I wondered. The sound was coming near my room. Slowly, the sound faded away. I knocked at Philip’s door.

“I’m coming!” he yelled. “Come fast!” I yelled back.

I was too hungry to think about the tapping sound. Philip slammed the door open, and rushed  downstairs. “Wait for me!” I shouted.

“I didn’t hear you!” he replied back. I went after him. Phew! I never knew siblings can be such a nuisance!

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