Door to Fun?

There was only one rule: Don’t open the door!

We live in a very old house with a belvedere that is creepy, creaky and cranky enough on its own. So I always stayed away from that door to the attic.

But today my curiosity took over me. While dad was watching TV in the living room downstairs, I climbed up and opened the forbidden door.

At least a million brightly colored plastic balls poured out, knocking me down. Seconds later, I heard my dad screaming, running up the stairs and slipping and falling on the balls, “Denis, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

He finally reached the door and tried to close it. Under the weight of the balls, it only went half-way.

“Help me!” dad yelled.

I got up and put all my weight onto the door. We finally closed it and dad dead-bolted it. We looked around. The balls were everywhere.

“Well, you’ll have to collect them all and put them back. I told you not to open that door, Denis.”

“But why? How?” I was confused.

“I’ve been stealing them for years from various places with ball pits, to create my own attic of fun. Why else do you think I bought this crappy old house? It has a laundry shoot from the Belvedere to the attic, big enough for me,” dad said with a mischievous smile. “Pick as many as you can, I’ll show you.”

I stuffed my t-shirt with the balls and we took secret stairs to the Belvedere I never knew existed. Dad pushed me down the laundry shoot into the dark ball pit, jumping right after me.

I feel a strong pull on my legs. I can’t breathe through the balls. “Daaaad, the door’s still open!” I scream as I slide into the darkness.