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Title: Who Lives Here?
Date: February 21, 2013
By: Nicholas MacDonald
City: Georgetown
State: DE
School: Delaware Tech Community College
This door represents a young girl’s life. She has lived in this house her entire life, and raised all of her childhood memories here. Ever since she could feel the sense of fear she could feel it every night looking towards her closet lying in bed. She would gaze at the door imagining treacherous creatures and horrible things peering out from it. Was it her imagination getting the best of her? Or was something actually keeping watch of the young girl at night? Whatever the case may be, the young girl would never get a peaceful night sleep until she revealed the creatures in her closet. Night after night the girl contemplated what it would be like to open the door and conquer her fear, but night after night she would find her fear would conquer her. Until one night she heard a whisper. The whisper came from within the closet door, which seemed only inches away from her bed post. The girl poked her head up, gazing stronger than ever at the door anticipating a second noise. Finally there it was, a second whisper coming from the closet. In the midst of trembling uncertainty, the fear that once drove the girl away suddenly empowered her to seek beyond the closet door. Slowly, the girl climbs out of bed cautiously approaching what seemed like her doom. But the closer she became, the more she felt the need to reveal what has haunted her, her entire life. At last the young girl stands face to face with the door, counting her every breath as if it were her last. With no knowledge of what is yet to come, the girl grabs the knob and pokes through the door. Curiosity builds and the she opens up more and more. Finally the girl steps foot inside the door gaping at what seems to be a normal closet. Before she knows it the door slams behind her as if done by a huge gust of wind. With shortness of breath, the young girl struggles anxiously to get the door open but has no luck. She sits foot at the door, looking out as if waiting for someone to rescue her but soon realizes the life she once knew is now dead, and now she lay rest in a world built by fear.