Don't Go Into The Closet...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
For Frootloop246's Hallowe'en contest!

Jordan isn't the biggest fan of Hallowe'en - but she reluctantly agrees to attend her friend's Hallowe'en party, participating in a 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' spin-off.
This party is about to take a sinister turn.

Submitted: October 04, 2013

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The whole school was abuzz because of a very special date: October 31st. 

Yay, I scowled.

Well, nearly, the whole school.

Truthfully, I didn't see the point of Hallowe'en - plus, there were some serious risks. You could be kidnapped, raped...or worse, chip a tooth on a sweet. 

Wait, no, there was even something worse than that: Being forced to dress up in some ridiculous outfit. 

The bell rang, and everyone shot up, the excitement almost visible. Mr. Kibbles only managed to hurry the rest of his sentence. "Don't forget that the English test is next week! Study hard!"

But everyone was already out, eager to prepare for tonight's shenanigans, I would assume. Though, to be honest, chipped teeth and ridiculous outfits weren't the real reason why I loathed this particular holiday - October 31st also happened to be the date of my birthday, and when it came down to either getting free sweets or a nobody's birthday party, it's obvious which one was preferred. 

Passing the Geopgraphy classroom, I spotted a world map, my eyes seeing all the other lucky countries that didn't have to go through this kind of crap: Australia, New Zealand, Sri Lanka...

Damn. Just happened that the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave decided to have this. 

"Hey, since your party is going to be a flop," Kasie told me, suddenly appearing at my side, her designer backpack's strap over one shoulder, "How about you come to mine?"

I rolled my eyes, stepping out of the front gate. "I don't want to go to your stupid party."

"Oh, but you do," Kasie insisted in the voice that forces most freshmen to kneel and beg for her attention. "Den's gonna be there. You know how much you like him."

My attention spiked - how irritating that my only friend was manipulative and 'sat in high places', as I'd liked to put it. I pushed her away, commanding my legs to move at a faster rate. "And that makes any difference?"

She caught up, a sly glimmer in her hazel eyes. "It makes all the difference - we wouldn't want to waste your birthday present, now, would we?"

Birthday present? The idea of Kasie's birthday present was horrifying.

Kasie read the question on my expression. "Seven Minutes in Heaven, hon! And I made sure that Den gets you."

I groaned. Could this get any worse?

Sure, Den was Mr. Dream-Guy, but he was also married to Mr. Obnoxious-Jerk. Though, it seemed I was the only female who looked past his 'charming smile' (as I will quote) to see that.

Kasie sighed. "Look, if it means that much, then I'll can the idea. I just know how much you hate Hallowe'en" - she shuddered at the thought of anyone hating Hallowe'en - "and I don't want my bestie sitting around reading Twilight or studying tonight."

I scowled, glaring. "Don't dis Twilight. Don't even dare."

Her hands flew up. "Whoa, sorry. But Patterson really is ugly - just saying."

There seemed no point arguing. "Fine," I grumbled. "I'll go."

She squealed with delight, hugging me, still managing to walk. "Thanks sister. Be sure to wear something awesome!"

~

Turns out, my version of 'awesome' was jeans, sneakers, and a black T-Shirt with a jack-'o-lantern printed on it. Other partygoers mingled about on the porch, dressed in their various outfits, many girls wearing clothes revealing enough to be considered scary. 

I stepped inside, immediately greeted by Kasie in a tackle. "You came!"

My friend stepped back, dressed in a really bad version of post-pregnancy Bella Swan, brunette wig and all. She frowned. "In casual clothes," she continued the sentence, disappointed. 

But to me, Hallowe'en was being complimented by my choice of fashion.  

"Oh!" Kasie annouced. "Game time!"

Soon, everyone was dragged into the living room, and we all sat in a big circle like it was time for pass-the-parcel or something. Den met my eyes for a second, a smirk growing on his face. Kasie stepped in the middle. 

"Okay, everyone - wow, I feel so tall right now - " she exclaimed.

"Maybe you should take off your high heels," Thomas teased her, a few giggling. 

"Very funny, Tom," she sneered. "Anyways, this is Seven Minutes in..."

My mind panicked. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! 

Den's smirk made sense now. 

"...Hallowe'en!"

The implied cue to laugh wasn't heard, the silence awkward. "So...basically, there's a closet in the basement, and you have to go in there with somone and do what it says on the instruction card."

Kasie looked around at everyone. "And to start this off, the guinea pig is Jordan! Come on up, sister!"

Everyone clapped mockingly, highly enjoying this game. "Now," my best friend announced, playing the part of the aucitoneer, "Who shall we pair this lovely lady with? Mmm?"

I knew the answer before any word was spoken. "Den! Den!" 

My disasterous fate and impending torture was sealed, Den standing up, a twinkle in his eyes. Kasie handed me a card. "You two have fun!" she told us cheerfully, pushing us towards the basement door. "And don't open that card until you're in there!"

Den guided me down the stairs, up to the door, pushing it open. "Looks like it's just us now..."

I flipped open the card, reading the inked text. 

I looked around the dimly-lit basement, seeing the closet - and it truly looked sinister, the wood old and mouldy, hinges rusty. Something immediately told me this wasn't right. "Den, I don't think - "

"You're not backing out, are you?"

His taunt was enough to solidify my choice - I would see this through, or die from the humiliation. "Just get in there."

Den rolled his eyes, arrogantly striding into the closet,  when he stepped in leaning out. "You coming?"

I shook my head. "Instructions say that only one person can be in there."

"Okay." he shut the door, the quiet thud eerie. 

I stepped further into the basement, seeing the closet a lot clearer. The creepiness of it made me think that maybe I shouldn't have agreed to this...maybe I should've just stayed home and continued reading New Moon. 

But still - that would mean forever hearing the rumors of how I was too chicken. I sighed, squaring my shoulders, looking down at the card. 

I read aloud this with a nervous voice: 

~

"Don't go into the closet, 

You may just get a scare, 

But if you've got the courage,

Then it's right over there.

Don't go into the closet, 

There's monsters behind it's doors,

Recite this aloud, and you may just find,

That you're not there anymore."

~

I breathed out, relieved.

But suddenly, it seemed that everything had turned cold, the air dropping down to icy tempurature, a manical, high-pitch, shrieky laugh sweeping around the room. My heart pounded, and I raced for the door, but it slammed shut, not opening, even against my pulls. 

Eveything was quiet. Everything was black. 

"Help!" I heard, freezing in fear.

Den.

"Help! Somebody help me! He - "

All was once more quiet, and I was scared beyond comprehension. However, my logical side argued that it was just a closet - physically, nothing could have just appeared, and knowing Den, he was probably pranking me or something. 

I stepped forward, and a little voice whispered internally, Don't go into the closet. 

I took another step forward. Don't go into the closet. 

One more. Don't go into the closet. 

My heart pounded as I set my hand on the metal handle. Don't go into the closet. 

I opened it, the doors sqeaking spookily. Suddenly, something grabbed my arms, cold and sinister, a evil glimmer in thier eyes. "You shouldn't have gone in the closet."

My scream of pure terror was cut short.

~

 


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