around the back wall. There had to be a way to make it open again.
âIt kind of stinks in here,â said Sophie. âWhat are you looking for anyway?â
âWhen I was going to the toilets to wash my knee this morning, I found . . .â I paused and swallowed hard. âI found a secret doorway.â
âYeah. It leads to this janitorâs storeroom. Can we go?â
âNot this doorway. Another one. Itâs here somewhere.â I felt along the wall.
âWhat do you mean? I canât see anything.â
âI know,â I told her. âItâs a secret doorway. It opened when I was standing there, right where you are.â
Sophie looked around at the piles of soap and toilet paper.
âMaybe I bumped something accidentally, a button or a lever,â I said, running my hand over another wall.
âYeah. Or maybe you imagined it.â Sophie was staring at me like Iâd gone mad. âDo you know how weird this sounds?â
âIt was the wooden knob,â I said suddenly. âI tripped and grabbed the knob on the end of the shelf as I fell. That seemed to close the door â maybe it will open it too.â
I raised my hand toward the carved piece of wood, and wrapped my fingers around the knob. The wood felt smooth beneath my skin. I twisted.
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But the secret door didnât open.
I twisted my hand the other way. I pulled it forward, pushed it backward and side to side. Still nothing. Standing on tiptoes, I peered at the knob.
âItâs from the old library,â Sophie explained. âI recognise the shelf. They installed new ones a couple of years ago, just after we moved here. All the old wooden shelves were taken away. I guess they decided to use some of them around the school.â
How fascinating, I thought sarcastically. I was pretty sure I could have figured thatout for myself, if I ever went into the library.
I didnât say that though. I didnât want Sophie to get mad at me again.
âI donât know why it isnât working,â I said instead. I picked my way through the clutter over to where the door had appeared. It still looked like a completely normal wall, made of old planks. In fact, it looked like the last wall in the world where a secret door might be hidden.
âWhere were you standing when you saw it?â asked Sophie.
âHere.â I stepped back outside the door. âI saw it open right over there .â
Sophie stood behind me, staring at the wall.
âSo you were here, in the hallway?â
âYup. The door was swinging shut when I saw something move. So I pushed the door back open again and thatâs when I saw it.â
âMaybe it was a mop falling over,â said Sophie, nodding toward the wooden handles standing up in one corner, âand it just looked like something opening.â
âIt wasnât a mop.â
âA broom?â
âIt wasnât a broom,â I said. I was starting to feel annoyed. I twisted the knob again. Nothing happened. I pushed it down. Thenup. I looked under the shelf at the wooden brackets that held it in place. If only the door would open â that would show her!
âWhy didnât you get closer? Why didnât you go inside the cupboard?â asked Sophie.
âI was going to,â I snapped. âBut I tripped.â
âDid you see it shut?â
âYes! No . . . I donât know. Slender was there, and when I looked back the door had closed.â
âDid Slender see it?â
âI donât think so. He said it sounded like I hit my head when I fell off my bike.â
âMaybe you did,â said Sophie.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Did she practise being annoying?
âIâve got to go,â she added. âIâm already late.â
âFine,â I said, not looking at her.
âWhy donât you come over to my place? Mum just got me Zombie Attack 3 . I