[Closet of the Day]
That day, I was on my way home from playing with my friends.
On my way home, I came across a pretty wardrobe.
It caught my eye because it was pretty and different from the alley.
So I took the wardrobe home.
When I came, I called my parents and came with them.
When I brought it into my house, it matched my house very well.
The wardrobe has a door on top and drawers on the bottom.
The drawer underneath was broken and wouldn't open.
I don't use drawers much, so I didn't really care.
We were living so peacefully, but one night, every night, I heard a sound like someone was scratching something with their fingernails.
The source of the sound was the sorrow in the closet I had picked up.
At first, I thought it was just the sound of a broken drawer shaking and didn't think much of it.
Then one day, I heard a crazy scratching sound with my fingernails.
At that time, I was so shocked that I ran out of the house.
I was so scared that I went to my friend's house to sleep and when I got home the next day,
The wardrobe door was open about 3cm.
I was so surprised that I closed the drawer and taped it tightly.
I kept closing it so it wouldn't open again.
After making sure the drawer wouldn't open, I got hungry, ate some delivery food, and went to sleep.
While I was sleeping like that for a while, I heard the sound of nails being scratched again, like crazy.
I was so surprised that I opened my eyes and tried to get up, but I couldn't.
I thought, 'Oh, I've been caught in a trap.'
I tried my best to get up.
Then, I heard a clicking sound right next to my ear.
I was pinned down by scissors and couldn't move or speak, so I couldn't do anything.
I waited for the scissors to come loose in that situation.
So after 10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour, I was finally released from the scissors.
When the scissors were released and I came to my senses and looked around, the dresser drawer was wide open.
All the tapes I had put up were torn off, and from that day on, I threw away the closet and moved, so I took out all my stuff and even took out the closet drawers.
When I took it out, I saw that there were a lot of fingernail marks on the drawer.
There were even fingernail marks on the top of the drawer.
From that day on, I never picked up anything off the street again.
I suddenly wanted to write a horror story, so I tried it!