What Lies Hidden in Your Closet: Part Two
"Who's there?!" she called while lying in bed, clutching
her favorite Green Uni Plushie for dear life. As she lay there in terror, a thought
crossed her mind. Maybe the family Puppyblew had just gotten locked in the closet.
"Wait a minute," she said in a loud whisper. "We don't have a Puppyblew!"
With each passing minute of the strange noises she got more frightened. Finally,
she quietly rolled out of bed and grabbed a sneaker lying on the floor next to
the bedpost. If anything jumped out at her, she'd be able to protect herself.
Now on all fours, Kalina crawled silently over to the closet door. Slowly, she
reached up, and...
Kalina nearly jumped a mile into the air, but
she quickly realized that the source of the noise was simply her owner, who
had stepped on a loose board in the hallway. She breathed a loud sigh of relief
but quickly stopped herself. She didn't want whoever--or whatever that
was behind the door to know she was there. After taking another deep but quiet
breath, she reached up for the doorknob a second time. As slowly as she could,
she tried to turn the cold metal knob with her paw. Strangely enough, the knob
seemed to be stuck. It wouldn't move at all! Kalina knew for a fact that she
hadn't locked the door earlier in the day, because she hadn't even seen
a lock on the door.
As she stared in confusion, more noises came
from behind the door. To prevent the creator of the noises from escaping from
the closet, she decided that she'd sit in front of the door for the rest of
the night. Looking over her shoulder briefly, she darted for the bed and grabbed
a pillow and blanket. Once back in front of the door, she fell asleep quickly.
Kalina cracked a big yawn as she sleepily rolled
over and opened her eyes. Not only did the bright sun shining through the window
tell her that it was later than she had intended to sleep, but she quickly noticed
something else. Her closet door was open a crack. Curious, she crawled inside
and turned on the light. Everything appeared to be as she had left it the day
before, with the exception of the dolls in her dollhouse. They were out of their
box and had been scattered across the floor. Most of them, she noticed, were
wearing different outfits than they had the day before. What was going on?
Just as she reached to pick up the dolls from
the floor and place them back in the box, Kalina's owner called her to help
unpack boxes. Groaning, Kalina walked out of the closet. Oh well, she
thought. It couldn't take too long to unpack a few boxes, could it?
As it turned out, she had to eat her words.
After rounding the corner from the hallway into the living room, Kalina stopped
in shock. Her living room had nearly twice as many boxes in it than she had
remembered seeing! "Where did all these come from?!" she squeaked.
"Well, half of them were dropped here, but most
of them were shoved in various other rooms yesterday. I figured it would be
easier if all of the boxes were all together." Simultaneously, Kalina and her
owner sighed, but they both got to work.
Finally, the seemingly endless mountains of
boxes were unpacked, so Kalina was free to wander off and do whatever she pleased.
"Who woulda thought?" she said, her words without an intended target. She walked
into her room and plucked her Green Uni Plushie off the bed. "Who woulda thought,"
she repeated, this time talking to the toy, "that those boxes could take all
day to unpack?" She sighed and replaced the plushie back into its former position
to the right of her pillow. The day, in truth, had flown by, and as Kalina started
tranquilly out her bedroom window at the sun. She noticed that the sun appeared
to be sinking into the ocean and was casting long rays of light across the surface
of the water. For the first time since she had moved, she took a moment to appreciated
the beauty of the place where she now lived. The moment was short-lived, however,
and her thoughts soon wandered back to the closet. For some reason, Kalina had
developed a certain fixation with her new closet, and it wasn't just because
of the dollhouse. There seemed to be something else about it. It seemed... mysterious.
Something about the closet was strange, and that had been proved very well by
all of the noises last night. As Kalina walked back into the closet, she flicked
on the light and saw that she was about to get another taste of its strangeness.
Again, as before, all of her dolls were in different outfits and in different
spots than they had been when she had seen them last, earlier in the day. This
time, her Prom Date Usuki was standing on the edge of the dollhouse's living
room, and he was dressed in his original outfit, complete with a tiny bouquet
of flowers which he clasped in his tiny hand. "What on Neop--" Kalina started,
walking over to the miniature house. She reached down to pick him up. He, like
the closet's doorknob the previous night, was stuck and would not budge. Confused
and convinced that it was just her imagination, she tugged harder... and harder...
and harder, until, finally, she was straining all of her muscles so much that
she finally lost grip on the doll and went flying backwards.
The force caused Kalina to fly back and smack
the back of her paw on the shelf, then to slide down the wall. Now sitting on
the floor, a small book fell from the shelf and landed in her lap. The book
appeared to be quite old, and the letters inscribed on its cracked leather cover
spelled out the word "diary." With interest Kalina turned her attention to its
contents, but something else quickly caught her eye. The doll.
Before, he had been standing towards the inside
walls of the dollhouse, staring straight forward, but he had definitely changed
position. Now he was turned toward her, and his head was tilted upwards to stare
her in the eye. The diary was put aside so Kalina could crawl to him. She lowered
herself down to the doll's level and stared him in the eye. How had he moved?
She hadn't touched him, and no one else was in the room. Kalina could swear
that the doll blinked, right in front of her eyes. Quickly, she sat up, startled,
and she prepared to run out of the room and tell her owner what she had seen.
As she stood up, however, she noticed something else quite interesting that
stopped her dead in her tracks.
When Kalina had flown back from the dollhouse
after her attempt to pick up the Usuki doll, she had managed to move the dollhouse
away from the wall a few inches. Now that it wasn't up against the wall anymore,
she could see a clear line in the wall that made it look like there was a...
door. Before, the house had covered the wall and hidden it. Shoving the dollhouse
out of the way the best she could, she confirmed her finding, although she found
something strange about the door. While the outlined rectangle in the wall and
the hinges made it very clear that she had found a door, it had no doorknob.
There wasn't even a hole in the wall where a doorknob would go. Digging her
nails between the door and the wall, Kalina tried to open it, but this produced
no results. She futilely tried a few more times, but this clearly was not going
to work. She'd need something stronger than her nails... Do we have a crowbar
somewhere? Kalina briefly wondered, wandering back into her room in search
of objects that she could use. She didn't find anything else that managed to
open the door, and she didn't feel like digging around in yet-to-be unpacked
boxes that currently resided in the shed, so she picked up the diary and carried
it back into her bedroom to read.
The early entries were characteristic of those
written by young Neopets when they receive their first diary, and they didn't
contain much more than, "This is my diary! My name is blah, blah, blah, and
my birthday is..." Most of these early entries were extremely boring to Kalina,
although she did learn a lot about the diary's author as she skimmed through
them. The author of the diary was a blue Aisha by the name of Surin--Sury for
short, according to the diary--and it was obvious to Kalina by the appearance
of the book that she had lived quite a long time ago. It also became apparent
that Sury's owner was the one who had designed this house, and Sury was the
spoiled pet who had owned all the toys in the closet.
To be continued...