The Scare (15)

Kyndal and I in our natural habitat

My sister and I shared a room ever since I can remember. Ask either of us a year ago how it was living together and we both would have said it was the worst idea my parents ever had. Ask us now and we will tell you that we are the best of friends. We have now created a deep friendship and seemed to have forgotten our misunderstandings. There is one little experience that I haven't forgotten, one that rocked our relationship. I remember going down to our room one evening and having a great idea. My sister and I loved to pull pranks on each other. Who knew tonight's would be the best one yet? I contrived a plan in which I shimmied myself into her small closet space. When she opened the closet to get her pajamas, I would jump out and scare her. 
Kyndal came down soon after I was nestled in my corner. I could hear her as she brushed her teeth and prepared for bed. The only thing she didn't do was open the closet door and put on her pajamas. I silently creeped out from my corner to look through the crack in the door to track her progress. I was surprised when I saw that she already had her pajamas on and seemed to be ready for bed. Within an instant, the lights were out and we were suddenly both encompassed in total darkness. In my mind, I was trying to decide how to best get out of the situation. I could just wait until she fell asleep... but that could take an hour or more. And I didn't have the time to just sit there. I could still find a way to scare her....no, that would just be rude at this point. So my plan, was so slowly open the closet door, hoping she wouldn't hear it. If I heard her stir, then I would reveal myself before she had the chance to react negatively. 
I waited five more minutes for safety, then I slowly slipped the door open. The door rubbed across the carpet and creaked as I moved it in the opposite direction. 
Immediately, I started whispering," Kyndal! Kyndal!" 
I slowly made my way over to her and could feel the tension in the air. I finally made it to the lamp by the edge of her bed and turned it on. I found Kyndal with the sheets tightly pulled over her small face and small figure. 
I quickly pulled them off and said," Kyndal, it's just me."
"Courtney!!!" she said in a disgusted tone of voice. 
She let out a huge sigh of relief and I could feel her fear slowly slip away into a smile and finally a forced laugh. As we both reenacted what had happened, we both realized how creepy the whole thing seemed. In my attempt to be quiet and sly, I instead had made her more nervous. How creepy to have some unknown figure walk out of your closet, calling your name, and walking toward you. We can laugh about it now, but for days and weeks after the episode, she never got into bed without checking the closet.