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Locked Room By Isla Panton Grade 8 They pulled up into the driveway, the new family just moving from the outburbs into the suburbs. One mom and dad and their 4 children. The Tuckers were a bizarre family. When they pulled into the driveway they looked like they had been driving for days even though they only moved from their old home a few hours away. Their new house had been priced right, almost too good to be true. But what the Tuckers didn’t know they were about to find out. The twins, Lenny and Kenny, bust through the front door and ran shouting around their new home. They were loud and adventurous 7 year olds. Theo, the baby in the family was calm, not at all like his brothers. Then there was Ariel, the oldest at 14. She had green eyes like everyone else but her hair was red while all the others were blond. Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Alfred, the narrator of this story and I’m about to tell to tell you about something no one else saw. The first night Ariel couldn’t sleep. The ticking of the grandfather clock was mesmerizing in a bad way. She got up and decided to investigate. She went out into the hallway quietly, trying not to wake anyone. As she tiptoed along the hall, a door caught her eye. It was covered in molded rotten wood and the hinges were rusting as if it hadn’t been opened in ages. Ariel looked through the keyhole and saw a girl sitting in a chair in the center of the room. She was looking out into the night with the wind tossing her hair. The girl wore a loose white dress that appeared to have dark smudges and the ends looked ragged as if they were burned. Ariel turned to run back to here room when she heard a hypnotic whistling coming from the room. She ran as fast as she could and dove under her cold bed sheets. She woke in the morning still trembling with fright. She never ventured down the hallway after that. One Year Later By this time Ariel was never quite the same. Her parents were concerned and took her to see a therapist. Ariel tried to explain what she saw but was frustrated because everyone thought she had lost her mind. Her parents also hid the key to that room hoping that Ariel would lose her fascination with the room. Gradually she began to forget. One night, while everyone was asleep, Ariell woke to a familiar sound. It was a whistle. Not just a normal whistling as you would hear on the street or your mom whistling her favorite song. It was the hypnotic, eerie whistling Ariel heard exactly one year ago.

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