Story Cube Challenge 1

A few months ago someone purchased a set of "Rory's Story Cubes" for me and I have just now gotten around to using them. What I will be doing is rolling the dice and writing a story based on what I roll.
One object per entry.
Nine entries.
I can't say how long they will be as they will vary in length.
First entry will be posted later tonight.

 

Object 1: Key

The weight was cool in the girl's hand. She held the key up to the light filtering through the empty cathedral windows. It shined dully and the rust on the teeth looked like shadows. Where could it go to, she thought to herself while she tucked it back into the pocket of her maroon dress.

Her heels clacked on the stone tiles on the way to the front door which was boarded over. Carefully she toed a small stool in front of the door so she could stand and look out the crescent window at the top.

It wasn't much of a window; the old one had shattered when a neighborhood kid threw a rock at her family's front door. No one had been home lately so she had click clacked down to the cellar's kitchen, retrieved Saran Wrap and did her best. It held against the rain, at least. Winter was coming fast, though. She could smell it in the air when she cut through the courtyards earlier today in search of a lock for her key.

Finally the girl got situated on the stool, her toes pressed into a crevice between it and the oak door so her grey eyes could peer outside.

She almost screamed at what she saw. There was one of them staring back at her.

 

Object: Magnifying glass (Here it will be used as a symbol of examining things closely)
Part 1
There it was, staring right back at the girl. Well, it would've been staring if there were eyes in its sockets. Instead almost translucent skin covered eye sockets and a thin, tapered nose inhaled heavily.

The girl was brave and didn't scream when the flimsy makeshift window was sucked towards the creature's nostrils. She stepped primly off the stool and looked down at her shiny heels. Her pretty face frowned, a single wrinkle across her forehead, Mother told me never to take off my shoes unless I was going to bed, but if I don't... She gulped, this wasn't a pleasant predicament she was in at all.

To take off her shoes would to be to disobey Mother. To leave them on would be sealing the lid of her child-sized coffin.
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(Okay so do you guys want her to take off the shoes and see what Mother does or should she run from the monster? And sorry, this one was going to be longer but I'm about to switch classes and want your opinion on what happens next.)

 

I think you can get them at Barnes and Noble . Also I have to finish a school assignment tonight, if I get to this I'll update.

 

What. Then I suggest googling. Amazon might sell them as well

 

I swear I'll do two updates today

 

Part 2
She glances around before she kneels on the uneven ground. She's never done this before and is surprised how cold the stones are through her tights. Quickly she undoes the clasps around her heels and slides her feet out of the shoes.

She can deal with Mother later, she hopes.

She stands, smoothing her dress out of habit and picks up her shoes. Her first steps are tentative, merely a overly exaggerated jog as she tries to make not a peep.

The monster coos from the door. There's a rip and a strange sensation fills the small girl. She knows it's climbing through the window with spidery legs and razor sharp claws. Her veins feel cold and this somehow makes her run.

Her mind is blank while her legs and arms pump, propelling her down the hall.

There's cries of a hurt child. The monster is stuck in the window.

The girl is smart, though. She was raised in this place and knows nothing is the matter. Her stocking clad feet round the corner into the living quarters. She fumbles with the handle, her momentum throwing her into it.

There's a rumbling from somewhere below. A short yelp before the floor shakes, tiles shattering.

It's Mother.