When I arived home I opened the door to find the house rather silent, Jess had probably gone home and mum and Elli were probably in bed sleeping. I haven't been away that long, had I? I made my way over to the storage room and grabbed myself a towel in attempt to dry off.
Once upstairs, I pressed up the trapdoor to the bedroom to then find it wouldn't open. After many attempts, I decided to knock on the attic door. No reply. I knocked harder. No reply. 'ELLI LET ME IN THIS MINUTE!!'. No reply.
After pacing the hallway thinking of a plan I noticed a creak from above me. Light. I went over to the trapdoor and pressed it in, this time a set of ladders folded down into the slots in the carpet. Finally. I climbed up only to see all of my cloths strewn across my bed and floor along with the few presents I received today.
What happened?!?! JESSICA!!!!
A snicker from the wardrobe. Jess, I know you can hear me. As I walked towards the wardrobe, the snickers died down to nothing and at that the only thing you could hear were the creaking of floor boards below my feet where me and Elli had played on regularly as kids.
The brush of the handle sent shivers down my spine. Why did they do this to me? On my birthday as well. I finally decided to plunge down the handle after much dibate in my mind: should I open it or leave them in there to starve? But I'm glad I came to a conclusion. One, two, three! The weights were lifted off my shoulders when I found that there weren't two snickering beasts in my wardrobe, but one.
