Creaking Closet

Author's Note

This pasta is not Minecraft related in any way. It is a 3rd-person story about a 6-year-old girl named Roseanne, who comess home from school and hears her closet creaking. Continue reading to find out what happens next.

Noisy Closet
Roseanne is an average 6-year-old kindergarten girl. Her best friend is Cowwie, a stuffed cow. Roseanne came home from school one day and ran up the stairs. She entered her room, found Cowwie, and squeezed him. As she decided to draw Cowwie, her closet creaked. It had never creaked before. This house was brand new. She grabbed Cowwie and gingerly tiptoed to her closet. She opened it and jumped back. It was a portal. And then, something behind Roseanne pushed her in. She traveled in a capsule through time and space, to wherever the portal might lead. Eventually, after moments of waiting and hugging Cowwie, she arrived and the capsule unlocked.

This world, dimension, destination.. Whatever you'd call it, was strange. Roseanne stared around. They sky was blackblack, the sun dark orange. The grass was blood red, the foliage crimson, the bark red-brown. The trees looked dead and weak, they seemed as if a small touch or breeze could easily knock it over. The grass was tough and razor sharp. The sun was only producing enough light to see. Roseanne shivered. This land was cold. A cool breeze swooped up some leaves, carrying them who knows where. Still hugging Cowwie, Roseanne followed the leaves.

After a while of chasing after the leaves, she found a quaint, but somewhat grim, cottage in the middle of a cemetary. The cemetery happened to be in a shadowy, dark forest. Roseanne felt like someone was watching her, which went a shiver down her spine. She tentarively trotted over to the cottage's porch and knocked on the splintery, bright red, peeling door. The door opened and a strange, skinny, coal black figure loomed over her.