"stupid…." I muttered as I tried my dance move again mid whirl I had tripped over a crate and almost fell over.

My pointe shoes clopped onto the floor of the old lodging house in Brooklyn like horses hooves; we are originally from harlem but It was too rowdy so we moved here which is apparently safer. My brown hair goes a bit past my shoulders and is in a tight bun with a few tendrils hanging in front of my face that escaped; My hazel eyes scanned around and I put my left foot on pointe stretching my foot a bit. I looked at my knee to see a bruise forming with a red line of blood oozing out of the ripped tights. I saw the crate that was rude enough to disrupt my practice. It was definitely old, yet simple, the crate is covered in dust hiding the dark green color i think it was with a rusted lock on the front.

It seemed inviting enough, I honestly cant resist my curiosity which my mother warned me would one day get me killed. I knelt down ignoring the throbbing in my knee reaching my hand forward to dust it off. I was right that it was a dark green, probably a medium size I guess with nothing to show how to open it. I glanced around before pulling my black dance bag close to get my lock picks out. It was something i learned to do when i was bored one day, I also grabbed my menthols and lit it up before getting to work. It eased my anxiety a bit keeping my hands steady as i worked on it. It took about a half hour before i felt the lock open.

I grinned to myself before hearing my mothers footsteps. I sighed softly as i stood up and opened the window before sitting on the sill wanting to keep my prize to myself for now. I didnt want my mom getting too curious. "shit" i mumbled as I heard her stumble a bit from one of the old rickety boards in this house.

The door creaked open making me flinch from the sound as i flicked ash off my third cigarette before my mother sneezed and sniffled from the dust or the smoke. I wasnt quite sure which it was, i brushed some tendrils from my face annoyed before my mother spoke.

"honey I thought you quit" my mom asked I shrugged non chalantly and kept my focus on the box.

"I did…but whatever I am sick of starting new dance studios" I said around the cigarette before looking at her with annoyance as well as anger in my eyes. She sighed softly at our usual argument we had after every move. I thought i was making a good point about this; at this rate i wont ever become the ballerina i wanted to become.

"im sorry" she whispered looking away from my gaze unable to handle it anymore before she left the room. I slowly got down from the sill and went to the crate with the curiosity brimming.

"here goes nothing" I whispered putting out the cigarette, with shaky hands hoping for no rats I opened the crate with some difficulty and saw books, newspapers, journals and such. I found a cabby cap that was brown as well as worns sit on the top, I dusted it off seeing the name 'pistol' written hazardly slightly added on the inside. I found a worn journal that was leather and pages yellowed with age.

'spot conlon' was scribbled on the inside cover and on the opposite side scratched out were journal, diary more so atleast 5 times, and then notebook stayed as it was. I sighed and looked through it and saw many different things nicknames with descriptions, especially his birdies that he called them but I can see they were spies from the information he gathered.

I don't know how long I sat there reading it, but I have smoked a whole pack of cigs my ash tray filled. I put the notebook down at the end and sighed getting up before going to shower, i wasn't satisfied, i wanted to know more. It took half the time it normally did for me to shower from me being so anxious. I dried my hair before throwing it into a messy bun then I changed into sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt before I went through the box with the cap back on my head with my wet hair down. I found a key on an old chord and I slid it around my neck going through some more things when I heard an eerie sound.

It sounded like something moving across the floor, I noticed a huge temperature change making my breath come out in white puffs. I looked around starting to shiver as the window i was sitting at slammed shut.

"what the hell?" I questioned quickly standing up regretting it almost immediately as my knee buckled making me fall flat on my face. "shit" I whimpered quietly getting out of the tanlge of my limbs holding my hurting knee close to my chest.

"kel? you ok?!" my mom yelled up as I heard the chest open with a resounding thump. Papers flew everywhere around me causing my heartbeat to quicken in fear.

"Y-YEAH! I JUST FELL MOM!" i squeaked out scared to make whatever was happening get worse. I gasped when a cold wind hit me as a face rittled with anger was in front of mine instantly, the lights went crazy making the whole thing creepier. I squeaked scrambling back as I heard laughter surround me. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" I mumbled hitting the wall hard with my back. "Please dont hurt me!" I squeaked before i heard a scream and a hiss like a cat telling someone to back off.

I dont know how long i sat there, but soon enough the sounds as well as the cold disappeared leaving me shaking like a leaf. I couldnt believe it, but at some point i closed my eyes like a child trying to will the monster under the bed away. I clenched my fists as i opened my eyes to see my whole room a mess like a tornado went through it.

"Fuck...that was the scariest thing ever" I whimpered as i snatched a pack of smokes near me, i shakily pulled one out before putting it in my mouth. THe lighter was honestly harder though, i was shaking so bad i couldnt light it right away.

I smoked for a while before getting the courage to stand up to clean up the mess. I put the papers in the crate not paying attention to anything, but the cleaning. I needed sleep but wasnt sure it would come for me.

I slammed the crate shut before laying in bed hiding under the covers like a child worried about what would come next. Eventually i must have fallen asleep for the next morning there was a pounding on the door with my mother calling me for breakfast.

I grumbled as i threw the blanket off and sighed softly as I looked around my still clean room with the crate sitting there innocently. I just wish i could figure out why the hell that happened. I slid the cap off my head feeling sad for some strange reason. I couldnt figure out why as i put it on my bed. It was like i NEEDED to wear it.

"ill figure this out later, right now i need food and time to think" I mumbled getting up and limping to the kitchen with my head full of thoughts.