The Closet: Blogisode 1

> There was a light shining from under the door. Shirley was sure that > the light in the closet wasn't that bright and was pretty sure that > she had turned the light off before going to sleep. But, here she > was, at two in the morning, staring across the room at her closet > door.
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> Shirley quietly pulled the covers from her legs and swung them around > on to the floor. Her toes touched the hard wood for an instant before > she pulled them back up. She lowered them down again, searching the > floor at the edge of her bed for her slippers. Shirley crossed the > room quickly with her arms crossed snuggly across her chest, > protecting her from the night chill, and flipped the light switch. > Nothing.
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> Curiosity battled fear and won. Shirley grasped the cold brass knob > and twisted it quietly and slowly. She paused with the knob turned > before yanking the door open. Light flooded into the room, blinding > Shirley. She stumbled back a few steps, folding one of her slippers > under. She fell backwards as she heard a young girl's voice in a > whisper that sounded digitized say "help me!" As she continued > falling her head strikes the bed frame.
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