Personal Narrative: The Closet Door

Tired, with a headache, and not in capacity to maintain my eyes open, I remembered next day was Halloween, which was the last thing I remembered before falling sleep. I woke up and saw the watch, it was three o’clock a.m. I listened to a weird sound that came from my closet; it was soft, but I could hear it like a rat scratching the walls. Intrigued about what was happening, I woke up and walked towards the closet. The sound gave me the chills.
My room was dark, like a dark hole. I wasn’t sure about opening the closet. I was thrilled to know what was behind, but scared about finding something I might regret. I put my hand on the doorknob and slowly opened it. The closet door made a worse sound than the one that was coming from it.
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