The closed door

The Closed Door

Those voices were killing me, my conscience continuously pricking me not to make the wrong decision. But why did Aunt Lucy forbid me to go to the attic. I could not bare the curiosity. It was nearly twilight, the full moon shining brightly on my face. The wind rustling through my ears making me twitchy. It felt like an ice-cold wind was sweeping all around me.The history of this mansion being abandoned in this isolated area made me anxious and want to escape it . I quietly tip-toed myself out of my room and went towards the attic......

Gradually walking towards the attic those voices grew louder and louder as someone was pleading for help. It was divided into many corridors and I had no idea to where to go, the atmosphere was different. There was door at the end of the aisle, I knew it was the one .I went closer my body shivering; I was as pale as a ghost. I was getting closer and closer when I saw that the door had a hole in it, trying to peek through and caught a glimpse of something and heard screaming .My hands trembling and as the drop of my sweat touched the ground, I held the knob and rotated it but it would not budge. Abruptly somebody started banging the door from the inside as if that person was trying to break free.

That bang made me jump with fear and I ran as fast as I could without looking behind .I ran towards my room and landed on the bed with a thud. Wondering about the 'closed door', I started having flashbacks of the room, the broken mirror, which reflected a body lying over there screaming in agony. Who could that body belong to? Millions of questions popping in my head and no one to give the answers. Maybe Aunt Lucy had an enemy locked up there or maybe this house is haunted .Every question unanswered, I told myself to sleep and that I will figure out this mystery tomorrow as soon as Aunt Lucy leaves but the main quest was how???