Bump! Bump! Scratch!
Adam opened his eyes and pulled the covers up to
his chin. He stared around his room, searching the darkness
for the thing that was making those scary sounds.
The closet door moved as something banged on it
from the inside.
“Who’s there?” Adam asked in a shaky voice.
The closet slowly began to open. Adam jumped out
of bed and ran to the closet door, slamming it shut with his
palms. He grabbed his desk chair and propped it against
the door handle. Then he ran out of his room and down the hall. His brother’s door was wide
open, and Adam jumped onto David’s bed.
“Adam?” David asked in a groggy voice. “What are you doing in here?”
Adam tugged on David’s arm. “There’s something in my closet!”
“You probably had a bad dream. Go back to bed.”
Adam yanked the blankets off the bed. “It wasn’t a dream. I was awake, and the closet
door started opening by itself!”
David sighed. “Fine. But when we don’t find anything, you have to promise to leave me
alone for the rest of the night.”