i used to live in a town with my foster mother, my room i stayed in had two closets, one was used for hanging up my shirts, and the other was significantly smaller in size and used for as a storage space so to speak. the smaller closet was way bigger in width and the bottom of it was covered in pink insulation, while walls were bare and wooden. You couldn't see a thing when you opened the tiny closet so you often had to bring a light of some sort in order to see what was inside. Now back when i was younger sometimes the door to this tiny closet would be closed at night, but opened in the morning, i found it strange, but just thought the handle was faulty. However when i was fourteen i got the scare of my life. My foster mom went out for bingo that night on December 4, 2020, i was doing my normal chores for the night when i heard a loud bang come from upstairs. i thought that one of my books had slipped off the shelf again, so i went up the stairs to my room. what i saw terrified me. my tiny Closet was wide opened, and the blanket on my bed was dragged halfway into the closet, i ran over yanking my blanket away, before slamming the door shut, i knew there was no one in there because we had stored so much junk in there that it filled the closet from top to bottom. i grabbed a butter knife and used it to jam the door shut. i couldn't believe what just happened, i didn't want to tell my foster mom cause i knew she wouldn't believe me. Nothing else strange happened with my tiny Closet until sometime in the summer 2021, i was up late reading when i had heard a tapping noise, we lived in an old house so i thought it was just the house settling. that was until I heard a long creak. i looked up from my book to see that the door to my tiny closet was wide open. i walked over and closed it. when i had sat down to read some more i heard the door open again, an unsettling filled the air as i got up to shut it once more, as soon as i closed the door it swung open again. Both tired and scared i got one of my paint brushes and used it to jam the door close. to scared to sleep in my room i spent the night downstairs on the couch. the next morning my paint brush was gone and the door was wide open. i told my foster mom but she didn't believe me, told me it was just a faulty door handle. i wish i could pretend it was a faulty door handle, but than in january 2023, the dreams started. Sometimes i would dream that i was sitting in front of the closet just staring into it, i could hear whispers, but i couldn't understand what they were saying, but i felt scared. other times i would dream i was sitting inside the tiny Closet while someone hummed to me while stroking my hair. even when i was having a normal dream i would come across my tiny Closet, often wide open. it's now November 4, 2023, i am living with my mom in another city far away, ever since i had moved out of my foster mom's house i no longer dream about my tiny Closet.