This is another short story I wrote for my series of short stories.
My older sister and I were running through our new house, looking for cabinets or cupboards that would lead to Narnia. We checked every single possible option for the portal, but we couldn't find it. Then, we found a locked door to a room that we hadn't noticed before. This particular door was, oh what's the word, peculiar. It was different from the other doors, because it was older, and darker, and had a single bar dividing the top half from the bottom. I stole my parents' new set of keys and tried to find the key to this particular door. Once I found it I could not help but smile. My sister plugged it into the door and turned it one and a half times around in the hole; there was a faint clicking sound after each quarter turn. We walked into the room together, because we were both scared something might jump out at us, but there was nothing in this room except for a wardrobe. The both of us meander our ways ahead to see what was inside. Tip-tap-tip-tap-click-tap-tip were the only sounds I heard as we were walking. Our old house had a wardrobe, too, but it was very hard to open, but this wardrobe was as easy as pie to open. To our disappointment, there wasn't a single object inside it! Inside, the wardrobe looked larger than the outside, so we walked straight into it. As soon as we did, the door to the room slammed and locked itself shut, as did the wardrobe doors. We were trapped.
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