The story of how I received the key was one like no other. We had recently moved into this house. It was my father's childhood home, yet he never talked about it, and he never wanted us to end up here, he doesn’t talk about why.
A while after moving in, I heard noise, whispers, or at least that’s what I think they are. If they are whispers, I can’t make out what they’re saying, if they’re even saying anything. When they came, it wasn’t like they were telling me where to find the keys, but they gave me a feeling of where to find them, somehow I knew where to go.
The whispers, sound, led me to an old painting in the house. At first I didn’t understand why, but then I started looking around. The women had a key around her neck and it wasn’t drawn on. I pulled it off, and noticed the design on the key.
My parents came into my room, told me that it’s getting late and to go to bed. I slipped under my blanket, waiting for them to leave. Once I heard them shut the lights in the house, and go to bed in their room, that’s when I took out the key. I had hid it under the pot of one of the faux plants in my room. The key was gold, looked vintage and had intricate detailing on it. It had the design of two people on it, twins. One smiling, the other looked anxious, worried.
I slipped the key into my closet door, and turned the knob. It made a loud clicking sound and once the door opened, there was Serenity.
Everybody minding their own business, happy, peaceful. I took out the key from my door, and slipped it in my pocket.