The Locked Door

When I entered the house, the door creaked slowly on its hinges. ‘What was all that about?’ I wondered. I was an inquisitive girl of many talents and I also loved to answer questions. Slowly and carefully, I crept up the staircase to my bedroom. I twisted the handle. “Oh for goodness sake!” I muttered. The handle was stuck. I stomped back downstairs with the force of a raging stampede. The staircase shook as I jumped off the foot of the stairs and onto the floor. I walked over to the kitchen door and pulled. There was a rustle. I wondered what was behind the door…


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