One dull, like always, day—well, so A thought—E and A were going to have a sleepover. Oh and man being an author is a hard job. I can’t think of anything. Ok, back to the story, I’ve only done one sentence. The sleepover was going to be at E’s house. Apacked everything she needed and hopped in the car while her dad was....oh, I forgot to mention, A and E were both nine years old. Now back to the story. While A’s dad was driving, she thought she saw something twinkle from the corner of her eye. Could it be a fairy? No.
She said, “I thought I just...”
“What?” her dad said.
“Nevermind.”
When they got there, A jumped out of the car, running to E. Then A thought, “Was it that spark thing again?” And then it disappeared.
She looked away, but unfortunately, she saw through the window a pudgy man in front of a TV eating potato chips. “Gross,” she said and looked away. Later, E and A played in E’s bedroom. Then her mom said, “Bedtimmmmme.” “Aw,” they both said. They brushed their teeth, got their pj’s on, got a flashlight, and went in bed. When E’s mom went to sleep, E quickly turned on the flashlight and said, “Let’s tell secrets.” And so they did.
Finally...A told E about the sparkly thing. “Hey, I saw it too.” Then A said, “That’s strange. I saw it too.” Yawn....I’m getting sleepy writing....zzzzzzz....huh, wha? Sorry, I drifted off. E yawned, “let’s go to bed.”
“Wait,” said A. “Want to explore your house?”
“Sure.”
E and A slowly crept out of her room. “Heheheheheh.” A thought she heard a little laugh. “Hm, where did it come from,” A thought. Who was it? Was it the sparkly thing? But her thoughts were interrupted by E. “Wow! What’s this?” A turned around. E was pointing at a small door with a keyhole.
“E! It’s the exact shape of your key!”
Oh yeah, I forget this key was E’s key. She got it from her aunt days before her aunt’s death. No one knows how. The truth is, they haven’t actually seen her dead or her death. You humans just assume that when someone’s gone for a long time that they’re DEAD. Humans, sheesh. Anyway, let’s get back to the story.
“What!” E said, “this old thing? It’s so rusty how could it come to any use?”
“Yeah, put it in.”
“It’s not going to work. But, sure, since you’re my friend.” E slowly put the delicate key into the keyhole.
Click. “It actually worked!” E and A said. Strangely, the door slid open and there was a narrow passageway. It was just big enough for them; it wasn’t big enough for an adult though.
“You think we should get my parents?” E said.
“No, nooooo, nooo, don’t be a sssissssy.” A was scared herself.
“Hey what’s this thing on the door.” E blew the dust off. The words were strangely written, in the letters of X A H M Z.
