Look For Clues

You continue searching Amy’s bedroom for anything that might tell you what caused her break from reality. Your rummaging eventually leads you to Amy’s spacious walk-in closet, which holds all those fabulous gowns and blouses you’ve secretly desired for the longest time.

“Well, I suppose Amy will need someone to look after these,” You say as you glide your fingers along the clothes’ fabric.

Suddenly you feel the sleeve of your jersey catch some unseen hook hidden among the fashions. You jerk back your arm, hearing something trip behind the clothes as you do. The noise then grows into a loud clicking sound.

“If this is a joke Amy it isn’t funny!” You cry out as the clicking was followed by the noise of grinding gears. “OK! I won’t touch your stuff!”

An earsplitting bang makes you yelp in surprise and snaps your head towards the source. Trap doors on the floor of the closet had blossomed outwards and between them a large trunk rose from a hidden compartment.

The trunk itself looked like one of those pirate chests from the movies, complete with a grimy surface that would make it an adventure to touch.