[ WP ] Today , you went into the room your parents told you to never go in .

`` There's twenty dollars on the counter for pizza, and I want all the change back.'' A voice called from inside the coat closet. `` And Kyle, please try not to butt heads with your sister, I'll only be gone for one night and I do n't want to leave the bar early because you two ca n't get along.'' 
 `` Fine.'' Kyle replied, too engrossed in the T.V. to really care what his mother was telling him. He gave a quick glance at Sam at, sitting on the other end of the couch, and their eyes locked for a second in silent acknowledgement. Neither of them really felt like starting something tonight. 
 
 A gust of winter air filled the living room as Kyle's mother opened the front door, snow trailing in as she lingered in the doorway just long enough to say goodbye. As soon as the door closed behind her, Sam reached for the phone on the table next to her. `` I'll order the pizza, want anything special?'' 
 `` Nah, I'm going to play some WoW, just get what you want.'' Kyle said, already trotting up the stairs to his room. His mind preoccupied thinking about tonight's boss raid on the way down the upstairs hall, his eyes slid over the locked closet next to his parents bedroom door. He stopped for a moment, and stared blankly at the plain white door. Ever since he was a child, Kyle could always remember being told never to open the closet door. He could hear his dad's voice clearly, remembering when just before he turned 7, he had asked why he was n't allowed to see inside. `` It.. it's where the boogeyman lives! Never open it, or, uhh, he'll get out and come after you!'' Obviously this was n't true, he had n't believed it then, and all these years later he still did n't, but ever since then he had always taken for granted that the upstairs hall closet was just off limits. 
 
 Before he knew it, Kyle had his hand on the doorknob. *Seriously*, he thought, *there ca n't be anything in there I'm not allowed to see, it's just a closet. * But he could n't bring himself to turn the knob. He looked down and realized his palms were sweaty, and he felt his heart beating fast inside his chest. What was behind this door was so secret that he was n't allowed to see? Maybe some old jewelry his mom wanted kept safe? Maybe a gun just in case someone decided to break into their house? Could... could there even be a body? Making up his mind in a split second, Kyle twisted his hand to the right, and the knob met his turn with resistance. *Locked?? * He twisted harder, and still the knob refused to move. *But, there's no lock on the outside of the door, just one of those little holes. Why is it locked from the inside? * 
 
 At this point the temptation was too much to bear. Kyle ran to his room and slid open the junk drawer in his desk. He rifled through the miscellaneous pens, coins, and random objects until he found the tiny piece of metal he was looking for. When he was younger, his mom had always used the key to open his door when he locked her out of his room, and ever since high school, he had kept the key with him to ensure his privacy. Key in hand, he dashed back to the closet door, slipped the key in the hole, and began wiggliong it around. A few painstaking seconds later, the flat end of the key latched on the lock inside the knob, and he turned it, hearing the lock click in the door. Kyle stopped. Is this really something he wanted to do? All these years he had been fine with not knowing what was in the closet and he had been fine, should he really spoil it for himself now? What if it was something he could never un-see, never forgive his parents for keeping hidden? But it was too late. He had come this far, and he was n't going to stop now. Heart racing faster than ever, he turned the knob and opened the door. 
 
 Eyes darting from shelf to shelf, top to bottom, Kyle stared blankly. *Towels? Toilet paper? * He looked harder, searching for something out of place in the hall closet, a drawstring to a secret compartment, a locked box, but his eyes found nothing. The closet was a disappointing assortment of everyday household stuff, from bed sheets and towels, to toilet paper and extra shampoo for his parents bedroom and bathroom. Let down, and a little angry at himself for getting so worked up over something so boring, Kyle was about to close and re-lock the closet door when he caught a glimpse of bright red coming from behind a stack of towels on the second highest shelf. With renewed fervor, he ripped the towels out from closet, and what he found behind them was too much to bear. Kyle fell to the ground and let out a cry so filled with pain and sadness, the house must have shook with his grief. 
 
 Downstairs, Sam was still sitting on the couch, half dozing off, half waiting anxiously for the pizza to arrive when she heard Kyle's mourning cry echo from upstairs. Instantly alert, she leapt from the couch and bounded up the stairs. What she found at the top of the steps was n't exactly what she expected to see. In front of the hall closet outside her parents bedroom sat Kyle, slumped against the wall with dozens of presents wrapped in Santa Claus wrapping paper surrounding him. 
 `` Jesus Christ, Kyle, you're 20 years old and you still thought Santa was bringing you presents every Christmas?''
