Alice waited until the middle of the night to begin her search again. Her aunt and uncle were sound asleep when she grabbed a flashlight and renewed her search through the house.
Unfortantely, she was fairing no better than she had that afternoon. She was depressed that there didn't appear to be any mysterious locks or creepy doors to open. She was also getting tired and bored. She decided to head back to her room and go to sleep.
As she was about to get back into her bed, she discovered that she still had the keys clasped in her hand. She realized that if she didn't put them away, her aunt would be very angry at her. So she carefully opened up her closet and looked for a place to hide them. While she was looking she noticed something she hadn't seen before: an old padlock on the back wall of the closet. Feeling the adrealine rush through her veins, she began to try the various keys on the lock.
Finally one worked! She opened up the door and peeked inside, but it was too dark to see. She aimed the flashlight beam inside and saw eyes looking back at her. She nearly screamed before she realized it was just the face of a poreclain doll.
She shook her head at her own cowardice and closed the door. She remembered to hide the keys and close the closet door. She crawled back into bed and went to sleep, feeling as if she had accomplished her adventure.
There was only one thing she forgot to do. She forgot to re-lock the door.
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