I should have known something was wrong straight away. The wardrobe door was open.
Let’s face it, wardrobes have got form when it comes to being gateways to weird, magical worlds, haven’t they? Or for concealing monsters in amongst the coat hangers. Or for having the kind of creaky hinges that ghosts seem to like so much. They are just big, wooden boxes stuffed with DANGER (and the occasional crumpled school shirt, odd sock, some comics and a half-eaten packet of biscuits). And anyway, I never leave the wardrobe door open. Not because I’m tidy or anything – I’m the messiest person in my family – but because my room is so small that if I leave the door open, I’ll keep bumping into it. But, all the same, there it was. Open. Just a tiny bit. But enough to be deliberate – someone had left it open. And inside, only darkness. An unnatural darkness.
I don’t know why I felt nervous. It’s not like I’ve never looked inside my wardrobe before. But something was making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The room had an atmosphere, like it was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. It was too quiet. I reached for the handle and slowly, slowly pulled the door towards me…
I can’t see anything inside but it has a sickening smell. I step into the wardrobe and suddenly hit an old coat. This isn’t mine! It is murky in the wardrobe and it's hard to see. I climb through more scuffy coats pushing them out of my way. I keep pushing and tugging for what seems like forever. The wardrobe is bigger than what I thought. I feel like going back and returning to my warm bedroom but I suddenly hear whispers, someone is calling my name “Madison, Madison.” I want to turn back but I feel someone needs me. I keep on going, the end of the wardrobe must be soon. I see a light. I have a sudden urge to follow it. Moving on I suddenly fall through a hole in the floor. I keep falling until I land on a soft surface. I slowly sit up and it hits me, this place looks exactly like my room. I walk slowly to the window and look outside. It looks exactly like my backyard looks but dull. It looks the same but it feels different. “Mum, Dad, anyone home?” No one answers. I fell sick to my stomach. I can’t handle this. “What is going on,” I think. I run over to the wardrobe and grab the handles.They disappear just as I grab them. I have to find another way out of here. I walk down the stairs but I stop. I try to move but somehow I’m frozen. I hear a screech, “HELP!”...
… At first, there was just blackness, complete darkness, then, out of nowhere, a horrifying laugh echoed across the room. I jumped back, and squinted in horror as I shouted for help… I was confused and afraid. No help came, and then a shadowy figure appeared from the deathly wardrobe of doom. The figure summoned more deathly figures, and chanted “You will be my dinner” in an eerie mutter which was coming from the darkness of the wardrobe. More figures echoed his mutterings. I tried to escape my room, but the door slammed in my face and locked, then I fell to the floor. I cried in agony, the figures approached me in a deathly grin. One figure began dragging me into the wardrobe of doom, and taunted me until I wept, creating a river in the world of figures. I screamed in horror.
One figure began dragging me into the wardrobe of doom, and taunted me until I wept, creating a river in the world of figures. I screamed in horror…Then it came, it had a monstrous grin and it: had jet black horns on its head; black skin, had the legs of a goat, smelled like smoke and had a trident that glistened in the light. Eventually it came closer to me. Every step was like a snail moving toward me. All of a sudden, the door suddenly opened. Maybe it was because this was a dream? Then it came and it tried to stab me with its trident.
Or.... My wardrobe door was open and there was nothing inside I sunk up the courage to go inside and see if there actually was nothing and there was.... absolutely nothing. As I was about to close the brown broken wardrobe door something came at me so fast I couldn’t even see what it was.... It was like I had just been kidnapped but the kidnapper had no face that I could see. I was confused.. I was alone and confused... I was scared, alone and confused. What was wrong with me? Last thing I knew I was in the hands of a creature I didn’t even know existed. I didn’t know what it was it. didn’t know if it was a person. I didn’t know why it was in my wardrobe. I didn’t know anything about this thing , this strange creature that was in my wardrobe must have been there for a reason. And I think I know why....
I woke up, shivering, on the floor where I fainted. My head dripped with sweat, and my breath came in ragged gasps. Disoriented and dazed, anxious and apprehensive, I hobbled over to the window and ripped back the curtains to shed some light on my situation, dreading what I was going to see… I stared for a few seconds before I realised that someone had blacked out the windows, not with paint, not even with blood… But with rainbows! I wailed in surprise and ran blindly away from my worst nightmare. Feeling confused? Let me explain: I had always admired the colour black: it was cool, the colour of the Goths, and epitome of the hues. But pink and rainbows never failed to make me sick, and so I absolutely loathed them for being eye-ache. I decided whatever evil spirits that lived in my wardrobe would be forced to pay the price for this boisterous blasphemy; this unspeakable heresy. This spirit was more than just evil - it was a cursed abomination who loved the colour ‘bright scarlet’ and so they would suffer. Determined, I opened the front door of the house, a baseball bat in one hand, ready to face whatever horrors awaited me outside. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that met my eyes – a band of merry unicorns frolicking about the fluffy meadow. I fell to my knees and screamed:”NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
I recovered my breath and let the realisation sink in. Staggering to my feet, I turned around and discovered what hell would be like for me. Deciding that it was better to die than to stay here, I ran as fast as I could in the other direction. When the unicorns were in the distant horizon, I took in my new surroundings. The candy-floss pink sky faded as I went on and the rainbow coloured strawberry lace grass wilted. Here, I felt at peace where everything was slowly dying. I missed my mum and dad terribly so I made the choice to find a way home and out of this hellhole! I thought back to how I got here; there was a hole in the wardrobe floor so there might be hole to get back home! I got on my hands and knees and started searching for a hole. “Where the heck am I?” I screamed in frustration. I stood up and ran towards the tree in the distance but on my way my foot slipped and once again I was falling, spiralling through a dark void.
CRASH! I had landed on what felt like blocks of concrete, then all If a sudden I heard another crash, quieter than when I had fallen. I looked to my right and saw a cleaver with a serrated edge covered in an unknown red liquid...
It was strangely dark, and I couldn’t spot my desk. Then I realised… this isn’t my bedroom. As I got up I could smell a familiar scent. It was like I was in a white, never-ending room but the closer I got to the scent, the more I could hear something. Someone. A humming sound, a tune, a melody. I dug through my brain trying hard to remember. Why do I know this? I thought. Suddenly, I knew why. The strong scent only confirmed my suspicion, this was my own mother! I saw a faint shadow and felt the need to run. There she was! She was cooking dinner, her famous soup. “MUM!!!” I bellowed. However, just as I reached to grab her in my arms she… disappeared! How? I stood there wondering. “Mum? Mum, can you hear me?” Silence. Taunting, empty silence. I stumbled backwards. Next to me was that red-covered cleaver. “I thought I’d left that back there…” My voice trailed off…”How did that get here…?” Again, I was cut off by the echoes of my voice as it led them away into a faint hum. It was slimy and unnaturally foul-smelling. My hand felt weak as I held it up to my nose. BAD IDEA…
I started to feel distant again. I saw unicorns floating around the faint white-colored room. Maybe it was because I was not feeling normal. Not that I was ever normal in the first place, but I knew that this was not right. As I stood there thinking of my mother’s disappearance, right in front of me was the distinct shape of my father. Who would come next?
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