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

My palms were so slick with sweat that I could barely grip the handle, my heart beating out of my chest. Why had my mother called me Ethan? Why is this door locked? Why? 
 
 A week ago I had found a key in the wash. It was n't a key I was familiar with and it was engraved with an `` E'', I put it in my pocket and forgot about it until today, until an hour ago when my mother had called me Ethan. My parents left to run an errand and now was my chance to finally see what was behind the door. We live in a three bedroom house, there's my parents room, my room and `` the third room'' across the hall from mine. It has always been locked, for as long as I can remember. 
 
 I put the key in and turned the knob, the door squeaked like you would expect to hear in a movie. I stepped into the room. The air is stagnant and sunlight coming through the curtains of a small window throws little rays across the room. The first thing I notice is a poster of Cal Ripken Jr above a small bed, the bed has a baseball pillow with a mit laying beside it. I step further in and slowly spin around 360 degrees, that's when I saw him. There's a dresser in the corner of the room with a big mirror on it. Wedged along the border of the mirror are pictures of a young boy, my age probably but that's not what startles me the most. My heart is beating faster and faster as I approach the picture. There standing arm and arm on a baseball field is this young boy and me. We look identical. My head begins to spin as images began to pop in my head of this boy and I laughing as we play tag. I grab the dresser to steady myself as I look away from the mirror and the images begin to subside. My reprieve only lasts for as long as it takes to read the paper on the dresser before me. I had n't noticed it until now but it holds the same picture, only this one has a caption. 
 
 *Tragedy on route 6 in Lincoln County yesterday takes the life of Ethan McGrier ( 6 ) and leaves his twin brother Michael ( 6 ) in a coma at the local hospital. No one else was injured in the accident. * 
 
 The images reappear, this time I'm thrust in a car, my brother next to me singing, my mom driving. Ethan looks at me `` Bet I can hold m y breath longer than you can.'' He says. The image changes, this time I'm on some kind of bed, my mom is there crying and smoke is all around us. I feel weak, I turn to rush out of the room but there's something blocking the way and causes me to stumble back. I look up. 
 
 `` Mommy, I remember.''
