The Forgotten Room

There's a room at the end of the hall that hasn't been open for almost 80 years.

There was a time that this was the most used room. Now it goes unused. This was the most favoured room at one point. But now you don't even notice the door when you walk by.

Until one day there was knocking.

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The mansion was passed down to me from my Grandmother. She left everuything to me when she had passed. I grew up in this house. My mother and I moved in when my dad left us for his new family. I think I was about 8- I'm now 32.

When my Grandmother was 13, a very tragic, unfortunate event happened that had changed my Grandmother forever. The forgotten room used to be her elder sister's room. This was the room with the most laughter- the brightest- the happiest.. Until it wasn't.

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The 1945 was the year my Grandmother sister was no more. My Grandmother's sister, Rony, vanished. Rony was only 17 when she disappeared from her room.

Rony was a quiet girl who kept to herself. Rony and my granmother where into witchcraft and into the spirit world. In 1945 Rony was working on figuring out how to speak to the dead after they move on.

My Grandmother was walking by her room and heard Rony chanting. She stormed into Rony's room; "Rony! What are you doing?"

Startled Rony had freaked out and stood up, turned around and knocking over everything in front of her.

"What have you done?!" Rony freaking out trying to pick everything back up but it was too late- everything was ruined. The hot wax from the candle had dried up already on some of Rony's spell book and knocked over the bowl of water on the rest of her book. Making the spell unreadable.

"I didn't finish the spell!"

"Rony! You're not supposed to practice alone! Especially not after what happened end last time! You promised."

"Yeah, well. Thanks to you, everything is fucked up now. The spell I was chanting was a summoning spell," Rony frantically trying to clean the spell book in order to finish the spell before it's too late.

"Rony- what where you summoning?"

* knock, knock, knock*

Both girls look up at each other than over at the open door. The door was slammed shut and Rony was dragged towards the door. The door reopened and Rony had vanished- the door slammed shut after her screams.

My grandmother just sat there stunned. It was almost 15 minutes before she could make herself stand up and walk towards the door. She opened the door and nothing. It was just the hall.

"Rony? This isn't funny," She knew what just happened but hoped that Rony was playing some cruel joke on her.

Their parents finally came home to find my grandmother just standing in the door way to Rony's room.

"Where's Rony?" Her mother asked.

"Gone," is all she could conjure.

My grandmother used her magic to slam the door shut and made it so no one could ever find Rony's room. She made it so even her parents forget who Rony was.

I always thought my grandmother was crazy old lady. Until now.

*Knock, knock, knock

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"Was this door always here?" I couldn't help but walk closer to the door.

I reached for the door handle when the door handle started to rattle.

"What the hell?" I just lunged for the door handle and flung the door open.

My grandmother 13 year old self was sitting in the middle of the room with her sister, Rony.