I opened the door and yelled, “Sam!” A familiar-looking children’s room greeted me, and a tiny bed rested in the corner. The walls displayed paintings of animals, and the floor hide itself underneath many toys. Most of these toys seemed passed down; I knew because they used to be mine. A tug on my arm commanded my attention. A small child stood in front of me and commented, “You look a lot like my sister.”
Minutes before, I followed my little brother, Sam, into an abandoned house in our neighborhood. He wanted an adventure. However, when I went in after him, I stood alone in an exact replica of our home. At first, it looked like a coincidence, but then I saw our own family photos on the wall. All the lights remained off, and not even a sound could be heard. After the shock, a rush of worry grabbed me. I questioned, “Where is Sam?” Then I rushed to his room, but he was not there.
Inside stood a young boy with a striking resemblance to him. I ignored his comment about me looking like his sister and walked towards the center of the room. Light exploded from the window and brightly lit the room. I smiled because seeing his room like this again gave a warm feeling. Suddenly, I heard the door close. When I turned around, the younger aberration of Sam left, and the door stood shut. I went and put my hand on the doorknob. I forced the door open. Then the scene completely changed.
Beyond the doorway stood the same exterior, but everything else shifted. I glanced behind me, and a regular-sized bed rested in Sam’s room. The walls were painted in uniform colors, and the floor no longer hid. The house aged, and so did he. Abruptly, a different figure of Sam sprinted from downstairs into his room. He hurried out with a backpack and hollered, “Goodbye, sis!” Then I realized, my perspective shrank to better fit my memories with the era of the house. This abandoned house still confused me, but for the time being, I just wanted to explore.
Sam’s room looked exactly as I remembered, with many posters on his walls, and his keyboard always turned on. The living room between our two rooms held our old furniture. I placed my hand on the table that Sam and I accidently broke and laughed. I had not seen it this way in years. I peeked inside my room. It also presented a picture from the past. After I took a few steps inside, the door behind me flung shut. When I rushed over and opened the door, the scene changed again.
The table we broke was replaced with our current one. An eerie feeling ascended my spine. This was not my home. It looked remarkably like it, but I still knew the truth. I continued forward back to Sam’s room. When I entered his room, the previous smiles were rewritten. It was empty. There were two boxes at the side that had not departed yet. Then I heard his voice behind me, “Excuse me, sis, I need to move those now.” I moved out of the way for him. He left with the boxes, and the room turned bare. I stayed in the room, waiting for something to happen.
I feared what the house would show me if I opened another door. Eventually, the desire to find the real Sam took hold of me. I braved opening the door once again. After the squeak of the door hit my ears, I rushed through the house searching for him. I passed through many doors; each time it changed the house to previous states I had seen it in before. Then I saw another younger version of Sam. He stood in front of the entrance to the house carrying several bags. I rushed over to him and begged him not to leave. He smiled at me and repeated the same reasoning I heard earlier today, “I can’t stay here forever. I need some change. I want an adventure.”
I followed him outside. However, when I opened the door, it transformed into an old dusty slab of wood. Then the rest of the house followed. The layout completely changed, and cobwebs filled the interior. I saw the sun begin to set, and then called out for Sam. He appeared behind me, and enthused, “I have cobwebs all over me.” I replied, “Consider them a souvenir from our last adventure together.”
Sam smiled and explained, “I won’t be gone forever. I’ll see you again sometime in the future. The setting will just be different, and I’ll be older.”
A smile returned to my face. I ushered him out of the door, and we walked home. He finished packing all his remaining bags in the car, and hopped in. I gave him a hug and said goodbye. I did not know when my eyes would see him next, but I still closed the door.
Written by Rachel
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