Panicked and didn’t know what to do — all she could think of was to shut her eyes tightly and imagine that nothing would happen to her. Hoping that Olga wouldn’t try and manage to get up, and climb up the slide with her slipper muddied shoes. 

But when she did, the mud pit disappeared and the stairs went back to normal instead. This allowed Olga the opportunity to get up the stairs properly without slipping to get to Lila. 

Lila was upset that this time, what she thought and imagined, what she did before, didn’t work earlier.

As Olga quickly ran up and made it up the stairs — yanking Lila, yet again, by the hair with her muddied hand. She grabbed a hold of her hair, pulling her from behind as she was walking through the cramped hallway. 

“What did you do to orchestrate such things like this to happen?” Olga arguably questioned Lila who was on the floor.

Lila tried to think as she wondered herself of what happened and if it were really her who really did what happened just now?  “I… I don’t know-”

“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME!” Olga shouted at her, not accepting her words for an answer.

“I don’t know!!! I just saw the stairs as well as the bottom of them, and the next thing I know is that they turned into a slide and mud pit. It was almost like magic!!!” Lila answered her honestly. But Olga still didn’t believe her words and thought that they were some sort of excuse.

Once they stop walking, Olga opens the door of the room that Lila shared with her twin sisters — she throws her in, then locks her up so that she won’t get out. 

As the bedroom door had a door knob with a lock on it, and a double deadbolt lock — Olga was the only one who had the only key for the top double lock. 

Once Olga locked Lila inside the room — she yelled at her from the other side of the door, while stuffing the key inside her mud-soiled pockets of her now dirtied red suit.

“There's no such thing as magic! But people like you who believe that it does. You Witch! — YOU VILE FUCKING WITCH! — You're going to stay in there and think about what you did! And don’t you dare try to get out! ... filthy monster.” Shouted Olga, while adding a hissed insult while walking away. 

Lila picks herself up off the floor, soothing her head from her hair being yanked by Olga, numerous times today. She walked towards a nearby dresser — kicked the corner of it, out of anger and frustration. Then jumped on her bed and started screaming and crying on her pillow, while trying to let out as much of her anger. 

A few minutes passed, and finally lifts her head from the pillow, and mutters softly to herself.

“*Sniff!!!*Why… Why does Olga hate me so much??? Everything I do or say, she would always think I’m lying and finds fault in it. Finds every reason to despise me.” While Lila was questioning herself, about the unanswered questions, where it was obvious to her that Olga just hated her for only ever existing. 

She started to drift her mind to distract herself from the depressing aspects of her life, of the odd events that occurred. And was beginning to wonder, if what happened today was a bit strange — wondering if what happened just now… Could what happened just then be magic? Something out of the ordinary. Or something quite ordinary?

“I wonder… If by looking at Olga,… and the stairs… Could that have made the stairs transform into a slide and the mud pit to suddenly appear out of thin air, really happen??? Was it really magic??? Kind of like in the chapter, of what Sabrina did to her aunt???” She mumbles to herself, sounding so sure of herself that maybe her life was almost like that of her favourite comic book. Or maybe something more?

“No… What am I saying??? What happened today was probably one of Olga’s constructed tricks or schemes. As there probably wasn’t a slide and somehow… did some sort of trick to make it seem there was a slide as well as planting a mud pit from the outside — and tried to pin the blame on me somehow???” Declared Lila, sounding sure about herself about her theory, almost a bit positive about what she said, thinking it was plain logic.

However, just when she had second-guessed her beliefs and wondered if maybe they were true. She thought how realistic the stairs turned into an actual slide and reverted back to how the stairs were before almost instantly. And how the mud pit appeared and reappeared at the same time the slide appeared. 

“But… What if… what happened was magic??? And if it was — T-then maybe… Maybe I can do the same type of magic as Sabrina! — Yeah!!! Like on page six, where she transformed her bedroom dresser into a frog! Right after she turned her friend Darian Shields into a frog.” Now being convinced, with all the coincidences and other earlier occurrences. Convinced that everything that happened now was probably due to magic. 

Lila excitedly puts her attention towards the nearby dresser that she kicked earlier, hoping to see if she can somehow turn it into a frog. Make it float off the ground, or open its drawers.

She focused on staring at the dresser, trying so hard and imagining for it to turn into a frog or mostly do anything — just like how she did before with the stairs and imagining it into a slide. But nothing seemed to be happening. 

She then tried something else, by extending her arm out — aiming at the drawer while she imagined anything that came to mind, to see if that would do the trick; which ended up not working either. 

After focusing on the old dresser, as hard as she could — imagining it to transform it into whatever she thought of. But after trying so hard in trying to transform the dresser, she was left feeling and looking foolish. Whereas then Lila puts her arm down as she now believes that it was probably all in her head.

“*Pfft!!!* Just as I thought… What happened today was purely a mere coincidence — a very bizarre coincidence or probably hallucinating from not eating for such a long time. There’s no way I could’ve done what I’ve done earlier. Just like now — I couldn’t even do what I did to this old dresser!!!” Stated Lila, as she hoped that something would happen she turned her head for a brief second. But seeing that nothing occurred, and everything in the room looks ordinary and pretty much the same as it was before. 

After everything had happened today, she decided to give up and tried to sleep it off; as the thought of it was making her even more exhausted and stressing her out even more. And thinks that maybe she might have been a bit tired and was probably imagining things. 

Hopefully, by the time she wakes up, Olga would unlock the door to the room, so that she could sneak downstairs and eat something. 

As she readied herself to take a quick nap, ignoring her starving growling stomach. She looked at the dresser one more time. Thinking about her favourite comic book character, Sabrina Spellcaster and about how she couldn’t turn the dresser into a frog like her favorite character.  

“I wish…. It was actually magic…. And that I could wield magic myself… Like Sabrina.” She muttered to herself, as she felt her eyelids getting heavy.

She turned and faced the other side of the bed, shut her eyes, and finally dozed off. As she was fast asleep for her little nap — without her knowing, the dresser began to change in colours, shrunk and grew in size, turned into odd shapes, turned into a frog; then lastly back to its original form.