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One dark stormy night, it was just me in my back yard digging when I came upon a large, red, wooden door with a rusty door knob right in front of me. The first thing I thought to myself was, WOW! There’s a door under my house. They I thought why is there a door under my house? I stood there and thought if I should go in but I didn’t want anything to happen. So I climbed out and went in my house and I went on the computer to see if there was anything about the door and why would it be under there. I typed it in, pressed enter, and it read “Research Not Found”. I went back outside and climbed back down the hole. I approached the door once more. I knocked, knocked, and knocked. No answer. So I opened the door as quietly as I could. The more I open it the louder it got. I tightly fit through the opening and asked if anyone was there? No answer. I walked around. It was really cold, big, and wet and slimy stuff was coming off the ceiling. I looked and there was a little door in the corner and all of a sudden the door slammed.

“Ahhh!!..” I yelled. Thinking it was the wind. I slowly walk back to the door and behind me the pots and pans started to rattle and hit the wall and fall off the table. “This can’t be happening. It’s just the wind.” But the door was shut. All of a sudden I felt a boney hand on my shoulder pushing me into the door in the corner that I seen earlier.What ever that person was doing to me was pouring this weird purple stuff in my mouth that made me fall asleep. “Where am I and what is going on?” I ask myself. It was dark, quiet, smelly, and there were nails and screws coming out of the walls. I got really scared. I looked up for 5 seconds and looked back down and there she was. The old lady that put me in here. She was at least 6’6″ tall, with long, crazy hair, big, round eyes, with and fat, long nose, and really pointy ears. She told me to come out. I said “no!” “What do you want from me and why are you doing this to me?” I said. “Your parents built this under ground cave to hide me from you. I have been down here for 45 years because of them.

Now your going to get pay back.” “Now if you don’t come out you will suffer.” She said. I took one step forward and she told me to come sit for a cup of tea. She led me to the table. When I came out of the closet I felt something cold wrapped around my ankle. It was a chain. “Why am I hooked up on a chain that is hooked up to the wall?” I asked. “So you don’t get away just like your parents did.” She said. I sat down to drink the tea. I asked “what was in it?” She said worms, leaked rain, and more of my wonderful ingredients. I didn’t want to drink but she forced me. “Yuck!” I yelled out. I went to go sit down and heard a car pull in the drive way. “Oh no, that’s my parents.” “Hey can you let me go now so my mom and dad don’t worry?” I asked. “No!” She yelled. I stood up to see if I could hear my mom and dad talking. My mom was talking to my dad and said, “Hey Arnold, go inside and tell Amy to come out here and help us get the food and her surprise that we got her.” “Ok.” Said Arnold. He opened the door and yelled for Amy.

“Amy, Amy! Where home. Come help us get the food and we have a surprise for you.” She didn’t answer. He looked all around the house to look for Amy. He went back outside and told Centhea that she wasn’t home. “Where could she have gone?” Centhea said. They both went in the back yard to see if I was back there. Then they saw the hole. Arnold went down to see if I was down there. He looked to the left and saw the door. He knocked on the door and Darzelea answered. ” Oh my it’s you again.” Said Arnold. “Oh we meet again Arnold.” Said Darzelea. “I want my daughter back.” Said Arnold. “You will never get her back.” Said Darzelea. I heard my dad and Darzelea arguing and I just wanted to go behind her and hurt her. So I walked up behind her with one of her pans and all of a sudden……

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