Suddenly, something moved, and Emily let out a small yelp, scrambling back in surprise. Peeking closer, she realized it was just a stray sock caught in a draft. “Calm down, Emily,” she muttered to herself. “You’re freaking out over a sock.”
Taking a deep breath, she stood up, her heart still thudding in her chest. Next, Emily moved to the closet. Her fingers hovered over the door handle for a moment, but when she finally pulled it open, all she saw were old coats and dusty boxes.