The Red Door Part 1

Nobody would have believed me when I told I could travel through time with my brother

By going through a red door, at the end of the hallway, in my house.

I place the last box from the moving truck into my new room, I sigh looking around at the clutter of the room. My name is Winifred Gregory; I am Twelve years old and just recently moved to an old Victorian home. I walk over to the large bay window and sit in the nook. I look outside at the trees and the birds singing merrily. I look below; my father slams the moving trucks door and starts up the engine. My mother left me with my older brother (Now please do not chuckle or laugh at his first name) Gregory…Yes I know his full name is Gregory. P. Gregory.

I get up peeking down the hallway, to my right, and then to my left, I catch a glimpse of my brother banging his head listening to his “Totally Awesome” music. I tip-toe down the hall,

I try opening a door but it doesn't open, I go down the long hallway to the end, the door is painted a faded red. I knock on it, It slowly creaks open, I grab hold of the door knob; I look back at the bouncing shadow of my brother.

Thanks for reading, 

Part 2 of The Red Door will be posted later this week!

NOTE: This is a Four part story.

Sincerely,

A.C. Garbarino.