You know, I didn’t think the tower could top its usual nonsense. But oh, it found a way. And honestly? This might be the most ridiculous thing it’s ever done.
The other day, after a long morning of foraging for herbs in the woods, I was ready to come home, kick off my boots, and enjoy some tea. Simple, right? That’s not asking much. But apparently, the tower had other plans.
I reached the front door, pulled the handle… and nothing. It didn’t budge.
“Okay,” I muttered, giving it another tug. Still nothing.
“Don’t do this,” I warned, narrowing my eyes at the wood. “I am not in the mood.”
Blizzard trotted up beside me, her icy fur shimmering in the sunlight. She glanced at the door, then at me, her expression a perfect mix of curiosity and amusement. I swear, that fox lives for my misery.
I pushed the door harder, leaning my full weight into it. It didn’t even creak. Not a sound.
“Fine,” I grumbled. “I’ll use the back door.”
So, I marched around the tower, already muttering threats under my breath. The back door was smaller, less noticeable, and usually the easier option when the tower was being difficult. But as soon as I tried to open it, the same thing happened. Or rather, didn’t happen.
Locked.
“Are you serious right now?!”
Blizzard barked, her tail wagging like this was the most entertaining thing she’d seen all day.
“Don’t laugh,” I snapped. “This is your house, too!”
Blizzard, of course, didn’t care.
I tried the windows next. Every single one slammed shut the moment I got close, like the tower was saying, Not today, Sarra.
“Fine!” I yelled. “I didn’t want to come inside anyway!”
I plopped myself down on the front step, arms crossed, glaring at the massive stone structure like it would magically feel guilty and let me in. Spoiler: it didn’t.
After a few minutes of stewing, I decided to get creative. If the doors and windows weren’t an option, maybe the roof was. So, I grabbed a ladder from the stable and leaned it against the side of the tower.
“Don’t you dare,” I muttered as I started to climb.
And guess what? The ladder disappeared halfway up. That’s right—vanished. One second, I was climbing. The next, I was sitting in the grass, covered in dust, glaring at Blizzard as she barked with laughter.
By now, I was fuming. “You can’t keep me out forever!” I shouted. “I live here!”
The tower, as usual, said nothing.
I tried spells, I tried begging, I even tried knocking politely. Nothing worked. Every time I got close, I’d suddenly find myself standing outside again, like the tower was spitting me out.
After what felt like hours, I finally gave up and sat by the stables. Pickles stared at me with his usual grumpy expression, clearly unimpressed with my predicament.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I muttered. “You’re lucky the tower likes you.”
Eventually, just as the sun was setting, the front door swung open like nothing had happened. No explanation, no apology, just the sound of creaking wood and the faintest hint of smugness.
“Oh, now you let me in?!” I yelled. “I hope you enjoyed yourself!”
Blizzard darted inside like nothing was wrong, already heading to her bed. I followed, stomping past the threshold with as much dignity as I could muster.
So, yeah. If you’re ever jealous of my magical home, remember this: sometimes, it decides it doesn’t want me.
I still don’t know why it locked me out. Maybe it was bored. Maybe it wanted alone time. Or maybe it just likes messing with me.
Either way, I’m investing in a tent. Just in case it happens again.
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