The Locked Door

I could hear it

from behind the door

that was locked.

I couldn't determine

what was the sound.

I go to the other

room and grab

the key that's

resting on the hook.

Slowly I moved

trying to avoid

to unlock the

locked door.

I put my ear

to the door trying

to figure out

what's behind

the locked door.

Darkness fills the room

until everything hides.

Then I heard

a whisper coming

from the locked door!

"Open the door

and enter" I

picked the silver

key. Or I thought

it was anyway. Hands

steadily shaking. I

can feel the sweat

on my palms. Once,

Twice, Three times,

I dropped the

silver key.

Finally, I calmed

my nerves and

I took an anxious

breath. I heard a

shutter behind me,

and my hair

is on end. Slowly,

I turn and nothing

seems to be here,

until I felt a

poke on my arm.

I ran through

the backdoor,

but I was still

inside. I see the

locked door and

hear the whispers.

With the most

hast, I got the

key and unlocked

the locked door!

I stood for seconds,

straining all my

senses. I see a

light switch. I

flick it up, and

in the most

wonderful gaze,

I saw the locked

door, I just happened

to walk through.

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