Chapter 3
A Door With No Handle
Charisse looked around, a bit scared. "This is not the library! Where am I?" She wandered down the halls until she saw it.
It was a door that had no handle. Charisse knocked on the door. "It won't open! Why won't it open?" Charisse kicked the door, but it still didn't budge. Charisse went to her room and found the maid folding her clothes. "You're back already!" The maid said without looking up. Charisse sat down.
"I got lost. But, I found something very pecliaur."
"Oh?" The maid put her clothes in a drawer and sat by Charisse. "Yeah. I found a door. Without any handle, or knob, or keyhole!" Charisse exclaimed. The maid got a scary look in her eye. "Yo-you did?" The maid started to pace around. "Oh dear, oh dear. You are not to go wandering around that door!"
Charisse folded her arms. "Why not? I order you to tell me!" The maid put her hands on her shoulders. "It's cursed!" Charisse laughed until the maid glared at her. "Why is it 'cursed'?"
"No more questions! Now, out. You have to eat." The maid commanded as she left. "Oh," The maid turned to Charisse, "don't be gonig near that door again." Then she left, with Charisse as curious as ever.
