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The Nowhere Floor

It's the locked door there at the very top of the stairs not quite the attic's humid air but the secret fourth floor door lead to nowhere. Children teetered on the creaky steps fearing the lecture they would get should they be caught and found out, yet punished curiosity does not diminish the fear or threat. Their agile companionship could not be breached as two young children up the stair did creep tugging at the locked door suddenly ajar, eyes peeked screams carried echoes near and far in wild shrieks. Cobwebs, dusty boxes loomed dark and gray an old victrola loudly scratched the inner sanctum play a record pulled from the cupboards back in the day one dare not move as the ghostly spiders danced away. Crazy story you may scoff, chuckle as you boldly declare but when grandma shouted, the children were nowhere and to this very day, no one has ever dared to open the fourth floor door to nowhere. Craig Cornish's contest The Fourth Floor to Nowhere 9/9/20

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