As the door slammed, I knew she was gone. I pounded on the door as hard as I could. My knuckles started to bleed as they scraped the wood. “Come back!” I screamed, but I could hear the footsteps becoming more faint. “Come back! I’m sorry! Let me out.” The footsteps grew louder, coming towards me, and for a second, I thought she was going to let me out.
“You’re an evil witch,” I heard her young voice sneer. “Why would I let you out?
“I’m sorry!” But it was too late, she walked away laughing.