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Golf was very frustrating. Darius was usually a good player, but that day the thought of the letter and the attic kept creeping into his mind and causing him to make careless swings. However, after failing to get under par for the third time, he decided to give up and try something else. 'It's getting too cold, anyway.' He decided. Returning home, Darius sat in his living room. He noticed he had a torn up chair. It took him a minute to figure out why it was in that condition. Swearing under his breath, he resolved that he would have to call for someone to come fix it. He wasn’t a do-it yourself kind of person; in fact, he was quite lazy. He pondered why the thought came through his mind to shred the chair in the first place. He found time to light a fire before the letters caught his attention. “Foolish” he said, swearing again. He picked up the opened letter and scanned it once more. He had so many questions. Why were these addressed to this house and why were they sewn into the armchair? Was the successor home owner to Howard driven insane by loneliness, enough to stuff letters into chairs? Is it possible he had gone insane because of the big, empty house that Darius now lived in? Did it have something to do with the attic? “Oh, listen to yourself.” Darius swore for the third time. He had a tendency to let his thoughts carry on too far. “I’m driving myself insane all because of these ridiculous letters!” He threw the opened letter into the fire. He watched as the fire devoured the paper, curling it, black slowly smothering it completely. Gone in seconds. If only that’s how this day would go. 'Even so,' he thought, 'I am quite stubborn. When I ask questions, I want answers, and I get answers.' He was in the middle of an argument with himself when the doorbell rang. He put the second letter that had not been burned down on the table.
At that moment, something hit him like a brick. The feel of a hard object in the envelope made a the hair on the back of Darius' neck stand on end. It was cold as stone. Without looking down, he tried to feel it, and the teeth of the object were unmistakable, even through the paper. Darius jumped in panic and hurled the envelope into the fire. There was a key in that envelope, a key to somewhere in his house. That was evident, but it was all he could do to not think of the attic. Maybe if he was naive, he could somehow assuage his fate to fit that key to the front door. But the key remained the same, and it would only unlock a certain green door behind a certain guest room closet.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Midgy]

Alright, I'm gonna start out with the good.
The content of it WAS good. It flowed nicely. Well, the sequence of events, at least. The way Darius talked to himself, I happened to like personally. I like how a certain key was brought up. The way Darius's hair stood on end when it hit him. Descriptive words were used well.
A couple of things I would change for the next chapter would be, allow the words to flow. From what I saw in this piece, I think everything flowed very choppily, as far as the way the actually events were set into play, meaning there was no connective sentences. Another thing I would do is try to arrange things into paragraphs when necessary. It's always tempting to just write things continuously. Also, every time a character speaks, a new paragraph has to be formed.
Over all, it was decent. I like the plot development, even if it is a bit fast.