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| The Closet |
On another night I was terrified by something that happened across the room, near the closet. I jerked away, I thought for no reason, but then I heard what sounded like a disturbance in the closet. Then, I shuddered and backed up against the headboard as the door opened from the inside. A head, perhaps a shrouded head or a woman with long hair, emerged. It seemed to stare at the. After a few moments, it vanished once again. The closet door closed.
One month later, a terrifying event took place in my room. I jerked awake. The closet door was wide open. What's worse is that someone was standing by my bed. It appeared to be a woman, small in stature, and elderly. She was standing right next to me, and to my horror, she was standing inside the nightstand. "You don't belong here," she groaned. "Get out."
The next day I avoided the closet due to its numinous atmosphere and was doing my best to obey the old woman. I looked into the possibility of living in the dormitory. I considered asking around to see if any students were living together as roommates. If it came down to it, I decided that I would ask my parents if they could help me with a cheapish apartment. One thing was for certain: I appreciated the Clarkes' generosity, but I couldn't live there anymore.
I called Trevor one evening and asked him, point blank, if he had ever had any strange occurrence in the house. After a short pause, he said, "Did you see the hat man? Mom and Dad never believed that he existed, but I saw him a few times."
I admitted that I had seen him, and Trevor paused again. "And is the closet door opening and closing on its own?" Again, I confessed that it was.
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