Closet Monster

This picture is proof that I was in a closet.

I had just come home from a Young Woman's' activity. No sound. I checked all the bedrooms. The basement. Nobody. Then I checked the garage. The van was gone. Some one's probably coming over to look at our house. I thought. I called Dad, just in case, and he confirmed my theory. He also said sorry for being alone, and told me to go out into the backyard to wait until they came and went. So I got my camera, because I LOVE taking self-portraits, and went outside. I set the case on the patio table, and turned it on. But the battery was just about dead, and my spares were dead too. So I turned it off, and went back inside to find charged batteries. I went up the stairs, and into my parents' closet where the battery charger was. Just as I was getting the new batteries into the camera, the doorbell rang. (I have NO IDEA why they rang the doorbell- they're the ones with the code to the padlock). My first thought was Dad saying, "Just hang out in the backyard." And picturing what Mom had done before. "Let's just go on a walk until they leave." At the time, I was thinking that the agent or something wouldn't want us in the house. But they were right at the bottom of the stairs. There was no way out. So then I decided to hide. The bathroom closet!! Nobody would look in there- right? So I took my camera with me, and hid under the lowest shelf, crammed in a bathroom closet. And, I was a little bored, so I took pictures of myself.. What else could I do? I can't help it!(:

While I was doing this, I heard them come up the stairs. I heard comments like, "Love the master bedroom!" And "Why did they put the computer in there?!" (Because there is a lot of space in there, duh). And then, light came in from under the space between the floor and the door. "I love these counter tops!" said a female voice. "Oh yeah!" said another, opening the . . . . . closet door. If I had reached out, I could have touched their leg. But I didn't. It was tempting, but I didn't. All the voices went silent. I tried as hard as I could to get to the back of the closet, but I was already as far back as I could go. Plus, they had already seen me. Finally I spoke up. (They must have been terrified). "Sorry I live here. I wasn't supposed to be here. So I hid. I was getting batteries for my camera but then-" "Oh come out little girl. It's okay. Don't be shy. It's alright little girl." They said as I was coming out. It didn't make sense that they were begging for me to come out, when I was already half-way out. And I ddin't like that they were calling me a little girl when I already in middle school! Psh. What loosers.(;

And then, I apologized and left. Feeling fine with being caught. I wasn't terrified like what they were saying. But it then hit me as I sat on the swing in our backyard. That was REALLY embarrassing. I thought to myself.

Finally, after a long time, they left. I heard the garage door open, and went around to the front to greet my family. They thought this was hysterical . . . so I blogged about it.

The End