Bump! Bump! Scratch!
Adam opened his eyes and pulled the covers up to
his chin. He stared around his room, searching the darkness
for the thing that was making those scary sounds.
The closet door moved as something banged on it
from the inside.
“Who’s there?” Adam asked in a shaky voice.
The closet slowly began to open. Adam jumped out
of bed and ran to the closet door, slamming it shut with his
palms. He grabbed his desk chair and propped it against
the door handle. Then he ran out of his room and down the hall. His brother’s door was wide
open, and Adam jumped onto David’s bed.
“Adam?” David asked in a groggy voice. “What are you doing in here?”
Adam tugged on David’s arm. “There’s something in my closet!”
“You probably had a bad dream. Go back to bed.”
Adam yanked the blankets off the bed. “It wasn’t a dream. I was awake, and the closet
door started opening by itself!”
David sighed. “Fine. But when we don’t find anything, you have to promise to leave me
alone for the rest of the night.”
Adam nodded. David reached into his desk drawer and
pulled out a flashlight. Then they headed to Adam’s room.
Adam stopped in the doorway. He could hear something
scratching his closet door.
“Do you hear that?” Adam asked.
David nodded. He walked over to Adam’s bed and pulled
the case off one of the pillows. He opened the pillowcase.
“You open the door very slowly, and I’ll grab whatever it is.”
Adam slid the chair to the side and pulled the closet door open a crack. Something
banged against the door, trying to force it open. Adam took a deep breath and opened the
door a few more inches. A small furry creature ran right into the pillowcase.
“I got it!” David said, closing the pillowcase and holding it in the air.
“What is it?” Adam moved closer as David peeked inside.
David put the pillowcase on the bed and an orange cat climbed out.
Adam scooped the cat up. “Apricot? How did you get trapped in my closet?”
David laughed. “The poor cat. If I was locked in your closet with your stinky shoes, I’d be
banging on the door to get out, too!”
“Poor, Apricot,” Adam said. “You were probably more scared than I was.”
THANK YOU
BY
NIDHI.
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