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A simple breeze rolled out of the house
and through the doorframe in which I stood underneath. It smelt damp and cold
as if there was severe water damage throughout the house but there was no sight
of anything growing. The building was fairly dark but looking through the
hallway from my left to the right, light flooded through the windows and lit up
everything in its path. I leaned backwards to peek my head back outside to look
at those same windows on the other side but they were dark and the sun was still
being blocked from the dark fog. I looked back inside to make sure I wasn't
delirious but the light still flowed.
I was cautious about taking any steps
inside, like my soul was going to be swept away from the many tormented ones
that laid within the house but I desired to follow the blood trail, no matter
what happened. With every step I took inside the boards underneath my feet
screeched like the screams I heard outside—this place was old, way older than
it looked. After a few steps I looked around to get a better idea of how this
place was mapped out. As before, a rather large hallway was to my left and
right and with a double take I noticed that there was a wooden staircase only a
few feet in front of me blending in with the wooden floor and walls.
The staircase took up the majority of the
room with it beginning at the opposite wall on the second story down to more
than halfway of the room. On the main level—on which I was on—on either side of
the staircase I could see several more hallways leading forward and away from
me, as others began as the ones that were currently to the sides of me.
I was curious on how high this current
building I was in could go and it only continued a few additional flights but
hanging from the ceiling was an old and worn out enormous chandelier that hung
right over my head. Looking for the blood trail within the dark wood, I noticed
that it continued forward and up the staircase. I briskly started to move
forward and up the stairs. The blood turned to my left and when I reached the
second floor landing I heard a quiet mumble behind me. Turning around and
looking towards I once stood I saw nothing but with the quickest and slightest
blink everything started to change before my eyes.
The chandelier began to light up as doors
and windows opened to show the outside. As the room lit up greatly a
night sky came over and outside of the house. Lamps turned on lighting the
sidewalks and roads outside and a flock of people was approaching the house.
People appeared in the room in front of me, talking and dancing and heading
towards the hallways that were beneath me. I turned around to see that the
second floor wrapped around what seemed to be an outside ballroom that
continued to what seemed forever. I took a few steps forward to reach the
railings to look over into the ballroom and with no surprise I saw ballroom
dancing.
Cherry blossom trees laid in all four
corners of the room as little pools of water surrounded them. A gazebo was in
the exact center of the room having strings of lights and ribbons tied up from
the top of it up to the roofs and railings above and around me—it felt like I
was standing in the midst of the stars of our universe. Several people stood in
the gazebo with instruments playing—to what I could figure to be—to what many
people call 'The Celebrated Minuet' originally written by Luigi Boccherini. It
reverberated throughout the airwaves and tingles went down my spine. I looked
back down to the floor to see that the blood that once was just compiled of a
few drops was now pouring out like no other.
It continued to my left and forward along
the ballroom that was before me. As I looked down the length of the ballroom I
continued to heighten my gaze to notice that the tower that stood behind the
building was now fairly close, in fact it looked like it started when the
ballroom ended. Looking up to the tower, it still looked like there would be no
end to it—even without the fog. I knew that this was going to be the exact
place where the blood trail would go. A notch grew within my stomach, I felt
sick to the single thought of it but I knew that if I wanted to get all my
questions answered, I would have to go through hell and back.
The grip I had on the rose tightened up
and the thorns pushed their way further into my skin. My hand was growing
increasingly numb by this but something inside of me told me that this had to
be done. I started to follow the blood trail even further and with every drop
it grew more and more. Eventually it reached the point to when it turned into
puddles and it started to flow under the railings and to the floor beneath me.
A shortness of breath overcame me and before I knew it I fell down to my knees.
It was that loud screech that I have heard a few times before and as I placed
my palms down in front of me to support myself up I nearly slipped on the pools
of blood. I looked up and around me to realize that everything started to dim
again but the people stayed within their tracks. Everyone around me started to
turn to the many shades of grey to make it look like I was in some old vintage
movie however I was sure that I wasn't.
People started to walk and stand around
me with grim smiles. Everyone had some odd look in their own eyes and as
everything darkened around me, so did their eyes. All those eyes that were
staring down at me were consumed by a never-ending darkness—I would find this
very miraculous if it wasn't me that was in the middle. I started to yell in
agony as the screech became even more unbearable to my ears and before I knew
it, everything started to brighten up again and everything went back to what it
was previously. Everyone began to back away from me and continued to do what
they did previously, whether it be dancing or even socializing. Everyone acted
like nothing had happened and continued their lives as I was on my knees over a
pool of blood.
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