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Chapter 2 - Chapter 1 Dream

As I staggered through the door into the foreboding shadows of the kitchen storeroom, I pulled on the cord but still the shadows kept closing in. I pulled again but still nothing happened. I began to frantically pull up and down on the cord but, an eerie snap echoed throughout the room and then I felt the cord go limp in my hand. It fell out of my grip and dropped to the ground, lit only by the crack of light beneath the door. As I stared down at it, I noticed that the door was also shut. My heart began to pound in my chest, my body began to tremor. I grabbed the handle pulling on it, but it wouldn't move – why wouldn't it move? I was panicking; I kept pulling and pulling on the handle each time praying that it would just open and I could leave this God-forsaken room but then, a large crack filled the small room as I was sent back with the handle still in my grasp. All I could see now were the cracks along the walls that were lit by a slither of light. I could see the flakes of dull green paint along the floors. I looked around, my head shooting from corner to corner looking for another way out but all I saw was the eeriness of the ever-expanding black expanse of shadows in the small room. The shadows felt as if they were coming closer and closer. As I looked at one corner of the room, I saw an old chest that somehow seemed to absorb the light in the room.

I shuddered as a drip of water fell onto my back and slithered its way down my body until it dropped into the black expanse. My head whipped around looking around the small room barely seeing what was in front of me my arms slowly being dragged along the walls, feeling every single crack or bump, hoping to find something that might help me. I was in so much trouble If I got caught. A feeling of anxiety struck me as I began to panic even more, taking shorter sharper breaths. I heard a small rattle in the corner of the room next to the chest. Still panicking I edged closer to it. I looked at it, somehow it had moved. For some reason I had this

strange feeling as if something was watching me. I didn't realize, something was on the ground until it was too late.

I felt myself falling towards the ground; my arms pointlessly flailing around trying to get a grasp of something. Just to break my fall or maybe even get my balance. I peered the ground it felt like an eternity the ground slowly lurching towards me inch by inch. All I felt was pain. When I hit the ground, I heard a sickening crunch and a sea of pain flooded through my body. All my weight had landed on my arm, whenever I try to move it sharp pains course through my body. By the time I had got to grips with what had happened I was already panicking. I moved my head around my neck creaking as it followed. All I could see was the never-ending darkness and the large dust cloud I had kicked up as I fell. To my left the box was still there. I swear it had moved. I passed off the fact that the chest had moved to just my imagination playing tricks on me. I then focused on trying to sit myself up, but I kept trying to move my arm, the pain was unbearable. I managed to steady my breathing to only take slow deep breaths. Slowly I rolled myself over trying to put as little pressure on my arm as possible. I'm able to lift myself up slowly using the chest as leverage with my other arm.  

As I got up, I crept closer to the chest. As I examined it more closely, I saw that it had an old rusty lock on it. As I reached my hand out to touch it, something was screaming at me to run and not look back – but I was strangely drawn towards it. I had to touch it. I had to open it. I grabbed the lock and to my surprise it came off. I wasn't locked properly. I put my hand on it and I could feel the rough cold edges of it. As I moved my hand along the edges, I tried to lift it up. I struggled to lift it, for some reason it was really heavy. When I finally managed to lift it up a great cloud of dust was blown everywhere, I was once again blinded by it. I heard loud banging coming from upstairs though I looked towards the door. Had mum heard me? What am I going to do? There is nowhere to hide in

here. I looked around quickly looking for somewhere to hide. I still could barely see anything, I decided to go behind the chest I hoped It was big enough. As I just got behind it, I heard the door handle turning and then the room was filled with a sudden flash of light from the kitchen and mum walked into the room. After scanning the room and seemingly staring directly at me for what seemed like an eternity she left.  

I slid my hand across the rough grainy surface; I felt a shiver shoot up my arm as I felt how cold it was. My fingers leaving a thin trail behind them in the thick layer of dust. My heart began to pound in my chest. Why was it hidden down here? Why didn't mum want me to find it? As I tried to pull the chest open but once again, I heard banging coming from upstairs by the time it had stopped, I had managed to get the chest open. I was a little taken back by what was in there; the old chest had one thing in it: an old dusty doll. I wondered why it was there, what's so special about it that mum doesn't want me to find it. As I reached in to grab it the room once again filled with a sharp light. I froze in shock my body trembling with fear. I heard the footsteps slowly creeping towards me my heart thumping louder with each step. I decided to turn my head and I saw my mum her face twisted with rage.  My hands began to shake I had no idea what she was going to do she has never looked this angry before. Time seemed to be at a standstill as she gave me this cold stair that made my entire tremble in fear.  

"Get out now" she screamed at me.  

I never even thought twice as I ran out the door, but I did catch a glimpse of my mum holding the doll in her arms cradled as if it was a real living baby. I went back to my room, but she never came up to see me. I began to worry about what's going to happen she still never came.  

Pain tore me from my slumber as I jumped up from my bed screaming to the point where my throat began to ache. I looked side to side and saw that I was in my bed my head dripping with sweat. It was all a nightmare. I slammed myself back down on the bed and let out a sigh of relief as my mum came running into my bedroom asking what was wrong. As I reached to give her a hug, I noticed something in the doorway, the blank motionless face of the doll.