Chapter 3

Claire went into the kitchen, and tried to distract herself from thoughts of Vanessa. She started to make dinner. She hadn't even realized that she was making her daughter's favorite meal, until she smelled the chicken frying in the pan. Claire quickly turned off the fire, and ran into the living room. It was her angel's playroom. Claire heard a rattle upstairs. She crept up the stairs toward the sound. She saw the doorknob rattling as if someone were shaking it; the doorknob that would take her into Vanessa's room. What could be in there? Claire walked slowly to the door, and grasped the still shaking handle. She twisted it, and the door opened with a groan. There was nothing in the room except for Vanessa's bed and wardrobe. Suddenly, the wardrobe began to shake as if someone were trapped in it. Claire tiptoed to the wardrobe, and made up her mind. She would open the door, and there would be nothing inside. The wardrobe began to shake even harder, as if there was a scared child inside. Claire reached out a hand, and went to grab the handle. Claire felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned slowly, afraid of who or what it could be..... 

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You are teasing us with short chapters. Story is very good. i look forward to reading more. Thank you.
Coyote