Nikki was walking through the woods. It was early October, and the leaves of the trees decorated the ground with brown and gold. Evening was approaching. The only sound was the wind rustling through the branches of the trees. She was almost home when she stepped on something. Under her sneaker, she found a key. It was old and thick, hidden among the dry leaves.

“What?” she muttered to herself. The handle was made up of three small holes. Strange, Nikki thought. She recognized those symbols. What was that key doing in the middle of the woods? Had someone lost it?

She picked up the key from the ground and put it in her pocket. She went back into the house. That cottage in the woods belonged to her grandparents. She had taken a few days off from the stress of work and the city.

She took the key from his pocket. She had already seen the symbols imprinted on the key. Nikki climbed the creaking wooden stairs and entered the guest room. She never goes in there. On the wall opposite him loomed a large wardrobe. It was made of dark mahogany. Antique, very antique. It looked as if the house had been built around it.

The wardrobe was decorated with carvings, and in the center were the same symbols imprinted on the key. She had never opened that wardrobe; he didn't know what was inside. Her grandparents had never told him. But she knew for certain that it was locked. She held the key to the lock, turned it once, then a second time, until he heard it click.

The closet door slowly opened. Inside, she found some old clothes, but something caught her attention. She saw tree branches peeking out from behind the clothes. She stepped deeper into the closet. How big was it? Nikki thought. She walked, and walked, until she found herself no longer in the closet, but in another world.