"Don't turn that key," Lindsey looked around guilty as if at any moment she expected someone to find them. If grandma ever found out about this, there would be hell to pay. She had only seen the elderly woman angry once and that was enough. She still had nightmares over it.
"What are you so afraid of?" Lindsey challenged her younger sibling Sandy.
"Grandma !"
"Oh don't be silly Grandma isn't home. She will never find out that we went in there unless you plan on tattling?" She stared her sister down trying to act all big and bad. Sandy wasn't falling for it.
"You know I wouldn't do that. I'm not a tattle tale, but we shouldn't be doing this."
Lindsey turned back towards the door. She felt like a kid at Christmas time waiting to open her presents. Nothing was more exciting than that, well maybe, birthdays were, but this was extra exciting because they had been told as long as they could walk to never go near this door, never try to go inside of it. And no one would ever explain why they couldn't.
"What if there are monsters in there?" whispered Sandy.
"Oh quit being stupid ! There are no such things as monsters," Lindsey declared rolling her eyes at her sister. She turned her attention back to the door and started pushing the skeleton key in.
"Yeah right, and Grandma told us magic wasn't real either, but now we're witches and it really does exist."
Lindsey just stared at Sandy, her hand immobile. The key barely sticking in the keyhole. Sandy did have a point, but monsters weren't real just stories made up to scare kids into behaving. She had always been fascinated with this door and what lay beyond it. And now she finally had the chance to discover its hidden treasures and her little sister was trying to put a damper on it. She should never have told Sandy what she planned on doing.
Sandy took the opportunity to grab hold of Lindsey's arm and pulled her away from the heavy oak door. She pulled her back so hard they collided. They tumbled to the floor a mess of tangled limbs and long hair.
"What did you do that for?" accused Lindsey.
"What do you think? Duh !" She swiped the hair away from her face. "We're not allowed in there !"
The key clattered to the floor. Before either of them could retrieve it, fingers swept out from under the door swiping the key out of sight. The claw like fingernails scraping the floor as it retrieved the key.
"Holy shit ! Did you see that?" asked Lindsey. Her eyes almost popping out of her head. A cold chill slithered down her spine. Fear gripped her in it's clutches holding tight. "There...there is someone in there !" She practically screamed at her sibling.
"Yes," her voice trembled as she held tighter to her sister. "I told you we shouldn't be messing around up here. I told you not to try and open that damn door."
"We have to find out whose in there !" She tried to pry loose of Sandy, but she held tight. "Let go of me !"
"No. Lindsey, please no !"
"We can't just let that person keep being locked away ! Why would Grandma lock someone away in a room for and never allow them out? And why do we not know who it is?"
"I don't know and I don't care ! Let's just go back downstairs before they figure out how to use that key and escape."
