“No it’s not. You’ll see!”
Brandi grabbed her best friend’s hand and pulled her through the open doorway of the old house.
“I’m not going up those stairs.”
“You don’t have to. We’re going under them.”
She opened the door. Reaching up to the beam for the flashlight she new was there. Brandi turned it on and opened a second door.
“Oh Brandi! How did you find this room? Look at these old things. The toys. The books.”
Brandi smiled. “We tell no one. It is our secret.”