You are Danielle, an eight year old little girl. You're skinny, a little short for an eight year old, and have long black hair that reached far down your back. Your eyes are a very dark brown, almost black. People tended to compliment you on how cute you were. You love games, cats, movies, clothes, swimming and singing. You had a slight disdain for babyish things like dolls, although you did own a couple.
It was a big day for you, you were finally going to get to have a friend over for a sleepover! Your best friend, Emma, was going to come over for the whole weekend. Emma was rather small and skinny like you, but with shorter blonde hair that went down to her shoulders and bright blue eyes. She liked a lot of the same stuff as you and you got along very well.
Your mother looked a lot like you, tall skinny and long black hair, but with a slightly more tan complexion. She was very nice when you were good, but when you were bad she tended to get creative with her punishments.
"All rights, you two, I'm going to go out to the store for a bit. I can trust you alone, right?" Mom said.
"Oh yeah, definitely! We're going to watch a movie." You said, looking through the menus on the TV for a good one.
Mom smiled.
"All right, but you know the rules. No touching fire or sharp objects, if I'm not back by 11PM I want you in bed, and whatever you do, don't open the black door in the basement." Mom said.
"No problem, Mom!" You said with a grin.
"Okay, be good." Mom said.
Emma shrugged her shoulder.
"Black door? You never told me about that. What's in it?" Emma asked.
You laughed.
"Oh, it's just a bathroom we never use, I think. I got a glimpse in there once and I think I saw a shower. It's locked anyway, we won't get in." You said.
You proceeded to go turn on Zootopia and watch it. You'd seen it before but Emma hadn't. You were enjoying yourself, watching the rabbit police girl on her whacky adventure, but Emma's mind seemed to be going elsewhere.
"What's wrong, Emma? You aren't laughing at the funny parts." You said.
"Well... um... I can't get my mind off your basement. I gotta know what's in it now!" She said.
"Really? It's not that exciting, I think." You said.
"Aw, come on, Danielle? It could be anything in there! I gotta know!" Emma said.
You smiled. A devious, wonderful feeling that kids got when they did things they weren't supposed to came over you.
"All right, let's do it!" You said.
You paused Zootopia and headed down into the basement. It was a little creepy down there, since it was so damp and dark. You both went to the big black door, standing imposingly in front of you. You tried the handle first, and it didn't budge. Also, a strange curious scent came from it, one that made your head feel funny.
"It... it's locked." You said.
"Do you have any keys?" Emma asked.
"No, Mom keeps them on a shelf in her room. It's too high up for me to reach." You said, wishing you were a little bit taller.
You and Emma thought for a moment.
"What if we tried to poke it open? You know, take a knife and use it to turn the keys hole?" Emma said.
"Oh... Mom said not to touch sharp objects..." You said.
"Man, you are such a wimp! We're already breaking a rule, why not two?" Emma said.
"Well... Okay!" You said.
You ran upstairs and grabbed a knife from the kitchen. It didn't fit the keyhole, of course, so you were left wondering what to do for a long time.
"Well, we already tried poking it open. Why not burn it open?" You said.
"Yeah! Great idea! We'll burn it open!" Emma said.
You both ran upstairs to the kitchen and turned on the stovetop burners. You both grabbed some crumpled up paper and set them aflame. Quickly, you ran downstairs and tried to burn the door open.
"It won't catch fire! Aw man..." You groaned.
Then from the darkness of the basement, you heard your mother's voice.
"Hey! What the hell are you kids doing?" Mom screamed.
You froze and turned. Mom strode toward you and stomped out your burning wads of paper. Emma shivered with fear.
"You two broke every rule I gave you! Knives, fire, messing with the door, and it's way past 11!" Mom screamed.
"We... we just wanted to know what it was." Emma said, trying to sound innocent.
Mom unlocked the door. Inside was a partially remodeled bathroom with fresh paint on the walls.
"It's because it's got wet paint. I didn't want you messing up the paint. Oh god, what am I going to do with you two?" Mom said, exasperated.
"It... It's okay, right? We didn't get hurt so it's all good, right?" You said, a chill running up and down your spine.
Mom glared at you.
"No, you're both in really big trouble, especially you, Dani! you should know better than to play with knives and fire without my permission!" Mom screamed.
Emma was looking worried, like she was ready to cry.
What does Mom do to you?
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