What Lies Hidden in Your Closet: Part Five
She gasped in shock and excitement, quickly going to grab
the diary from off the table beside her bed. Kalina figured that there was a good
chance that more details about what was behind the door would spring up in later
entries that she hadn't read yet. By the time she got back to the door, she half
expected it to be locked again, but it wasn't, and she slipped inside it, closing
the door quietly behind her. The risk of having her owner come in while she was
exploring behind the closet's hidden door was not one she wanted to take. Carefully
she fumbled for the light switch and immediately realized that the dollhouse was
up against the wall again.
Deep down, Kalina was not at all surprised to
find the dollhouse moved, but a brief expression of confusion flickered across
her face anyway. She dropped the diary from her right paw and closed the door
slowly before rushing over to the miniature house. Desperately she tried to
pry and muscle the house away from the wall, but it would not budge. She responded
with a loud, frustrated groan and stalked toward the door. Why could nothing
in her plan go right? Was something behind the door doing everything in its
power to keep her from opening the knobless door?
The closet door was locked. Kalina stared dumbly
at the doorknob for a moment, not recalling whether she had locked the door
before or not. With a sigh that sounded as equally frustrated as her earlier
groan, she slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, and then she
picked up the diary. While she was imprisoned in her own closet, the least she
could do was read the diary.
Jolted out of her light sleep, Kalina picked
up the diary, which had been lying on her stomach during her slumber, and tried
to find the source of the noise. It came again, just as loud as before. She
couldn't help but wonder if her owner was able to hear the noise as well.
What could be creaking? was her reoccurring
thought. Her eyes swept over the walls of the closet and centered on the dollhouse.
Of course! she thought, wondering how she could have ever thought the
sounds came from anything else.
From behind the dollhouse
there soon appeared a bit of pale, ghostly blue, and the dollhouse moved smoothly
and slowly away from the hidden door. Soon, the ghostly blue became more visible,
revealing to Kalina that the original bit of blue that she had seen was a finger.
Through time, an entire blue paw with a pale and illuminated mist coming off
it appeared from behind the door. As Kalina stared across the dark closet, she
realized that the door was still completely flat against the wall of the closet.
Whatever the blue creature was, it was coming through the door, not from
A small gasp escaped Kalina's mouth as she gaped
at the blue figure coming through the wall. After the first blue paw there appeared
a second, followed by two ears, two legs, and eventually, the entire figure
was standing in front of her. The ghost was that of a young Aisha.
She spoke. "Hello."
"H-hi," responded Kalina, pressing herself up
closer to the wall and trying to scoot toward the door. The ghost hadn't said
anything threatening yet, but she felt more comfortable being close to the door,
even though she knew it was locked.
The ghost's eyes fell upon the diary that still
rested on Kalina's lap. "You have been reading my diary," she said softly, reaching
a single ghostly paw out to pick it up.
"Y-y-yes," stuttered Kalina, now afraid that
the ghost would be angry at her. A moment of silence existed between the two,
and it was just long enough for Kalina to realize that the ghost had said the
diary was hers. "You're..."
"Yes," the ghostly Aisha said sadly, hanging
her head a bit. "I'm Sury." Her eyes looked around the room for a moment, and
then she sighed. "Come," she said, holding out her paw. "I will tell you the
Kalina stared briefly up at Sury and blinked
once before taking her paw. Although Sury's body was translucent, her paw felt
solid. A questioning look was sent from Kalina to Sury, who interpreted it and
said, "I will explain that, as well." Sury gently led her over to the wall and
started to step through the wall.
"Wait!" commanded Kalina, yanking her arm back.
"I can't go through the door... I'm not a ghost. I'm solid."
"Do not worry," was the response given by Sury.
"As long as you have contact with me, your body will function like mine does.
Come." Kalina obeyed and grasped Sury's paw once more and followed her through
the wooden door.
The passage that they stepped into was very
dark, and it took several minutes before Kalina's eyes adjusted completely.
She glanced down at her arm and found that it was now had the same visual properties
as Sury's. In fact, she saw that her entire body had become translucent and
blue, with a faint mist coming off it, which provided a soft illumination to
The hallway itself was quite different from
the rest of the house. Throughout most of the rest of the house, the walls and
floors were constructed from strong but dry bamboo. Here in this passage, the
floor and the walls were made out of damp, gray stone. Periodically along the
wall, there were wooden beams running from the floor to the ceiling. Even the
temperature was different here than it had been in the closet. This passageway
was cooler, and the air in it seemed to be much more damp. Kalina could feel
a cool draft coming through the hallway.
Sury continued to pull her down the hallway.
They passed four or five doors, all without knobs, but continued past them.
Finally, they reached the end of the hallway. Kalina had no idea where Sury
was intending to go, since the hallway had ended, but Sury pulled her into a
before-unseen passage leading from the main hallway.
This new passage wasn't very wide at all, and
Kalina couldn't help but feel a little claustrophobic walking through it. It
opened up soon enough, however, into a large, stone room that resembled a laboratory.
Grey tables with beakers of colored chemicals sat against several walls. In
one corner stood an immense, dusty bookshelf made of dark wood, and it was full
of old books, some of which appeared to be falling apart. Some equally old-looking
and decomposing newspapers had taken up residence on some of the tables. Sury
walked over to the opposite corner, where there were two dust-covered chairs.
She sat down on one and released Kalina's paw, causing the Zafara to return
to normal. Kalina blew the dust off the other chair the best she could, then
Sury began her tale. "I, as you already know,
am Surin. My owner was the one who built this house, and I was the first pet
to live here. I was given all of the toys in the closet- well, all the ones
that were in the closet when you moved here, anyway- when we moved into this
house, and the closet became my playroom. I was in there all the time."
"I know," interrupted Kalina. "I read your diary.
What else can you tell me?"
"I'm getting there," Sury replied patiently.
"As you have read in my diary, I found the door in my owner's closet and entered
it. Behind that door is this very room. After I entered it, I found that my
owner was using it as a sort of potions laboratory. Before that day, I had had
no idea whatsoever that my owner knew anything about potions at all! Naturally,
I was curious about the types of potions she was making, so I did a bit of poking
around: in her books, reading the labels on containers of chemicals, and even..."
She looked away for a moment, as if embarrassed. "...tasting some of them. Some
of them appeared to do absolutely nothing! I don't know if that's because I
didn't drink enough of them, or because their effects were simply unnoticeable.
Perhaps those potions weren't finished yet. Regardless of what the reason was,
I found that many of the potions didn't have huge effects. I tried a great many
potions, although I know that I shouldn't have. I was always worried that one
day my owner would come into the hidden room and find that some of her newly
crafted potion was missing. And after tasting my first few potions and finding
that they had no apparent effects, I wasn't worried that one of them would cause
a noticeable change in me."
Then why did you keep tasting them? Kalina
thought silently, not wanting to interrupt Sury again.
"Why did I keep tasting them, you may wonder?"
Kalina gazed back at her, surprised at the question. "It was curiosity, I suppose."
Sury shrugged. "As far as the mind-reading goes, that will also be explained
later in the story. But anyway, I wasn't worried about the effects of the potions...
at least, not until..."
To be continued...