The Mysterious Door
On a quiet day, you can sometimes hear them. Every now and then, there’s be a tapping or a scraping or a rustling from behind the door. Occasionally (if you’re patient enough to sit for the whole day and watch), movement can be glimpsed through the dark windows. Once, just once, the faint sound of whispering in hushed tones was heard.
The boy had spent his entire summer holidays wishing for something to emerge from the mysterious door. He had spent yet another sunny morning hiding in the tall grass at the bottom of his garden just staring at the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of something or someone extraordinary.
The moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived…The door began to slowly creak open but when the door was creaking open instead of something being behind the door there was nothing behind the door. So the boy began to think how could the door have opened when there was absolutely nothing behind that creaking door. So the next day he decided to go and put a booby trap behind the door. So the day went to night and the boy was staring at the door and as he was staring he fell asleep and when it came to morning he had woken up happy because he had caught the big humongous monster.
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