Have you ever heard the story about the closet with mysterious powers? Has that tale of horror and deceit ever crossed your path before? No? Not surprising. Few people dare to utter even a word of that legend, afraid that the myth might come true. But that is far more than just preposterous. It can never become real. Want to know why? Because things that are already real cannot become real again…
Let me tell you this story; tell it to you so that you can tell it to your friends and family, so that the tale will never die.
It all started with a book, believe it or not; a small tome entitled "Fullmetal Alchemist". It was a common thing to have around, this book full of pictures, because it was quite popular amongst the people. By people, I of course mean the numerous fans of anime and manga. Speaking of anime fans, one needs to be rather careful around them. Rumor has it that they can become notoriously rabid, and are well known for their obsessive protectiveness of their possessions. Anime and manga fans can be far more dangerous than any treasure-fanatical dragon, if my sources are correct. In any case, back to the story.
As I was saying, it all started because of that book, or rather, because the owner of the book put the book in the closet. It was an innocent act, to oblivious eyes, the girl had merely wanted to keep it, and the rest of her collection, safe from the intrusion of relatives that was coming later that day.
"In order to obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is the law of Equivalent Exchange," the girl had said, grinning as she put the book alongside the others. "So in order to keep my manga and anime safe," she continued, "I have to keep them in here so that they can't be seen." The teenager knew, of course, that that wasn't fully equivalent, but this was the real world and alchemy of that sort didn't exist here, unfortunately. Done with packing all of her most beloved items, she turned off the light and shut the closet door, leaving to go to the living room and wait for the influx of her kin.
And as she lurked downstairs, a dark blue light shone for a mere second from beneath the closet door.
It was the next day before the girl returned, a bright glow in her dark eyes as she headed towards the closet. "I didn't think those idiots would ever leave," she mumbled as she opened the closet door. Her eyes widened with surprise as light flooded the small room. "Hey! Where's my stuff?" Flicking on the light she trudged in, looking around with a confused look on her face as she searched the previously full room. "Its all gone!" Even the piles of unidentified junk that had been there from when she first moved in was missing, and the room was left completely bare.
Dark brown eyes stared in disbelief at the empty closet that had only hours ago contained a mountain of belongings. Those confused eyes wandered slowly around the small room, taking in even the corners in a desperate search for the missing items. It was a light glow in one of the corners that drew the teen's attention. Instantly she was on it; it being an old-fashioned key of crystal that held a glowing liquid within. A look of supreme aw passed over the girl's face and her jaw dropped as she brought it close and looked over it slowly. "Wow," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes with one hand, "I didn't know this was here.." Grinning, the energetic highschooler scampered out of her large closet, shutting the door and spinning around to lock her gaze on the doorknob. It had changed.
The doorknob had changed to an old-fashioned handle, with a graceful keyhole above it that glittered with intricate silver designs. Curious beyond all reason, and missing stuff forgotten, Kitsune—for that was her name—stuck the key in the keyhole and turned it.
Not only did it fit, but a sincere click sounded from the door and, eyes wide, the youth removed the key and pulled the door open. What awaited her was definitely not a dark, empty room.