An Inspector Calls- Inspector Goole

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It was close to midnight when little Andrew woke up to a mysterious noise coming from his bedroom closet. Eyeing the closet cautiously, he waited a while for the fear to die down before pulling the duvet further up his neck. It was probably the fourth of fifth time he had woken up tonight and he was beginning to wonder if he would get any sleep at all. The room was dark and silent and a bright half moon hovered outside the window, casting long ghostly shadows around the room.

        He turned over and groaned. This would never had happened if he hadn't been so eager to sleep by himself tonight. Until a while ago he still shared a room with his twin sister and after his 6th birthday his parents finally decided that they were going to have to sleep in separate rooms. Initially, Andrew had been ecstatic over this decision, and eagerly set to work personalizing the downstairs guest room. But on his first night he woke up in the middle of the night to a strange noise and had to sleep in his parents' room. His sister hadn't let him live it down since.


        Even now he was considering getting out of bed and knocking on his parents' bedroom door, but he reminded himself of the teasing he endured from his friends, who had been sleeping in their own rooms since they were four. He thought of his sister, who laughed at him every day because he couldn't sleep alone and she could. "Well," he thought to himself, "if they can do it so can I." And he closed his eyes once more.

        He was almost ready to drift away into unconsciousness when what seemed like a banging sound woke him up yet again. He sat up and glanced at his digital clock, 23:52 flashed up on the screen. " This is hopeless," he thought to himself, " I'll never get any sleep at this rate." He brought his knees up to his chin and wished for the morning to come. Then, he heard a muffled thump coming from his closet. He froze, adrenaline pumping through his body, ready to face whatever was in there. He sat there for a few long minutes, contemplating whether to investigate the noises or try and go back to sleep. He figured the latter option was going to be impossible so he slowly pulled out his bedside drawer and found his flashlight. The lights in the house had been out ever since lightning had struck the house during a recent thunderstorm, and so flooding the room with light was out of the question.

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        Andrew thumbed the switch on his flashlight and a dim light shone out but soon flickered and died. Andrew cursed to himself, how many times had his mother nagged him to change the batteries? He considered going down to the kitchen to get new batteries, but the chances of finding two AAs in the dark without a flashlight to guide him were close to nil. He turned back to the closet. "If I'm going to get any sleep tonight, I'm going to have to find out what in the world is making that noise." he thought.

        Slowly, he ...

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