That night, she couldn't get to sleep. She had often had restless nights but this one was totally different, emperor of all sleeplessness.. It was like that cave thing she had been to with her friends one halloween, and they scared themselves so much they couldn't get to sleep...That was it! the key! She had seen the door with that shaped keyhole in.... that cave! It seemed unreal that a cave would have such doors, but this one had been cragged, old, rumbling. It had seemed so mysterious, and now Jean could open it and see what it lead to!Head full of adrenaline, she sat up on her bed and pulled on a thick jacket. It was winter, and it was very cold outside. But discovering what was behind that rumbling cave seemed so worth it! She was petrified of it, but still, she walked quickly towards it, often sprinting, just to see it. The key jingled in her hand.
Finally, she reached the old alleyway where the cave lived. Cobwebs brushed past her, leaving dust on her pyjamas and spiders occasionally jumped at her footsteps. The cave was clearly in view now, only a few more steps... and she would be there. One..Two...Three...annnnd four.There! She quickly jangled the key into the weary lock and it turned. So did the time.
In the space of three seconds, Jean was now in an old, creaking castle. Gentle footsteps could be heard, slowly tapping along the hard floors.Tip tap, Tip tap. Something wet from the ceiling dripped coldly onto jean's hand.Red. Cold.Deadly.Blood.