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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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Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 7:09 PM UTC
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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hank-roberts
30/M/American
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 7:09 PM UTC
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