Short stories... and possibly cliffhangers.

Pink wallpaper

You sigh. There's nothing to do! Your shift is over and your homework is done- for now. You sit on the couch and relax.

Your name is Lisa. You are a freshman at Virginia State. You also work at a car wash that your grandfather owns. You are at home. You have recently moved, so the house is still unfamiliar. It's is late, as school is over and so is your shift. You are very tired, but not enough to go to sleep.

You stare at the ceiling, and after a moment, you notice something. A small door is on the ceiling! You stand on the couch and try to pry it open. The trapdoor swings open and clouds of dust and plaster explode. You peer inside. Running to grab the stepladder, you trip on your pencil. It must've fallen onto the floor.

You climb the stepladder and hoist yourself up to a small room. There is pink wallpaper and an old lamp in the corner. The room is about the size of two medium sized walk-in closets. There is spider webs and dust webs everywhere.

You lower yourself back onto the stepladder and close the trapdoor.

After you put the ladder away you vacuum the dust and go to bed. Finally, you are able to sleep, and dream about the secret room with pink wallpaper.