How To Build A Broken Closet

That night, I tucked myself in under the white covers of the spacious king bed. I awoke later in the evening to hear a thump coming from upstairs. I snuck out of bed, careful not to wake John. I crept upstairs, the wooden floorboards rocking beneath my feet. Pushing the door ajar, I peered through to see what was there. I pushed the door open completely, searching for a cause of the noise.

The room was filled with a deep, deafening unbroken silence for many minutes after, nobody moved, or even dared to utter a single noise. We heard the crashing noise of many supports and other structures falling from their support and as I moved towards the entrance, trying to open the door, it wouldn’t move an inch, clearly having been blocked by a pillar of wood and stone.

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

Gathering up what courage she could, the child removed her blanket and allowed her feet to meet the cold, hard floor. The sobbing grew more distinct with the decreasing distance between the girl and the dark underbelly of the bed. Hesitantly, she stretched her arm out under the bed, for it was too dark to try to take a peek. Shaky fingers met with a wooden object, a box. It had not been there before, she was sure.

The next morning, the alarm buzzed noisily, the sound polluting the silence. Confused for a moment, he looked around blankly. It used to be home, but now it felt unfamiliar. There was a room at the end of the corridor, the door slightly ajar. He waited, expecting the door to open, but it never did. The area was the same as the night before, empty.

. Over the summer, I did many things for Mr. Gerhardinger, made cabinet, put a kitchen together and instal a hardwood floor. We put a bamboo floor in a house in Waterville, He taught me how to line them up so it looked good. He told me to cut them different lengths for the starting wall, so they don’t all line up correctly. I was told to either use a hammer and lightly tap it in place or kick it in so it doesn’t have gaps. We used a floor nailer to nail in the boards and used a nail setter when the nail didn’t go in straight. Also I stained and varnished

Furious to the point of madness, I unconscionably stride to my shabby trolley to seize the crowbar. Just because I can, I kick with vehemence the metal stand. Knives, screwdrivers and hammers plummet on the floor pell-mell.

Tom Wilkes lurched forward from his usual nightmare with sweat dripping from his face. He didn’t notice his hands were shaking more violently than normal as he reached for his glasses. This particular routine was nothing new, but this was the fourth night without a break from the violent awakening. The alarm clock read 4:40 A.M. Tom was surprised it wasn’t earlier, he let out a deep sigh and began his journey to the living room. The apartment was dainty but the lack of things furnishing it skewed the perception. The living room only contained a small futon and a 13” JVC Television, the television was unplugged and hadn’t been on for months. The small kitchen table was littered with empty royal crown and spring water bottles. Tom walked to the

AWAKE IN AN INSTANT, I WHIPPED MY COVER OFF AND DOVE FOR MY CLOSET, ALREADY ATTEMPTING TO SILENCE THE SOBS STARTING DEEP IN MY CHEST. AS I SWUNG THE DOOR CLOSED, THE DOOR TO MY ROOM WAS BARRELLED INTO BY A DRUNKEN MAN WHO I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE TO CALL MY FATHER. THE HINGES GAVE A SICKENING CRACK, THOUGH TO BE FAIR IT WAS A MIRACLE THAT AFTER ALL OF THOSE DRUNKEN NIGHTS ANY DOOR IN OUR HOUSE WAS STILL STANDING.

“Go right on in, sir, this one isn’t like anything I’ve seen,” the officer said to me as I approached the door, behind which was another crime scene. I slowly opened the door. It creaked like in an old horror movie. I took out my notepad and wrote ‘door creaks, victim likely would have noticed’ then I shoved it back in my pocket and tucked my pencil behind my ear.

As I set up in the bed, my phone decides to go off. I should turn it off, but I just look at it stunned. I can't believe it, I beat my alarm. After A few moments. I swing my legs over the side of the bed turning the alarm off as I do so, I stand up. then out of habit. I walk over to the dresser, I know it's pointless, none of my clothes are in there at the moment, I think to myself. However, my face turns into surprise when I see what's waiting for me.

I woke up the sound of a pounding on the door. I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. It read 4:00am. Who could be here this early? I thought.

The brown files dropped with a thud as I emptied my hands of its overbearing weight. Cracking my back, I let out a sigh. Only one more to go. I dragged my feet over to the last remaining pale grey cabinet and yanked the first draw open. Gathering as many files as possible, I proceeded to swerve around the stacks of colour coded files. My left foot came into contact with a stack of brown files, and I cursed as I lost my balance scattering both files into a pool of brown and white. Groaning in exasperation, I placed the remaining files that had survived the fumble, onto the ground and sat with my knees tucked against my chest with my back leaning against the wall. I dragged my hands down my face as the stress of the move piled on to my shoulders. I sat there, my hands covering my face, regretting that i had not started packing earlier.

The next thing I did, was to open the curtains to verify Étienne’s claim about the window being obstructed by heavy duty hardware. I grabbed the drapes with both hands, and pulled them with all my strength, as if I were expecting to suddenly be face to face with a Ghost.

In middle school, while walking through one of the department stores, I happened to stumble upon a beautiful dresser. Since I didn’t own one, I begged my parents to buy it for me, however, at the time, they could not afford such a luxury item. After days of insistent begging, they finally agreed to get me my own dresser.