Art big eyes creepy cute fairytale grimm story
Emily entered her closet as most girls do in June. But on that particular day the door locked behind her. Emily found herself in quite a conundrum. You see, the closet never liked her much and it locked poor Emily in. The years passed and Emily wondered if the door would ever open again. Emily wondered about the absence of moth balls, ''drat" sighed Emily. In the evenings at about half past eight, Emily would imagine hearing her mother calling: ''Emilyeeeeee.'' When evening fell and daylight vanished from under the door, Emily waited: then softly whispered ....''Good night mama, good night papa."