After finally finishing unpacking up my stuff(given, it really wasn't much to begin with), I simply flopped into my new room's surprisingly soft bed, ear buds secure in my ears and pressed play. Within seconds, I'm out cold.
============Wakey, wakey, time skip============
The first thing I'm aware of when I wake up is the flashes and the clicking. Somebody's taking pictures of sleeping me, creeeeepy. Grunting, I (reluctantly) crack open my eyes. I hadn't slept in two days and I was pretty dang tired.
Sitting up, I look around and actually notice my room. The bed I'm in is circular and huge, with a delicate white curtain hanging from a single point in the ceiling above me. Dozens of pastel, light colored pillows and blankets litter the bed making it look as if I was sleeping in a cloud at sunrise. To my right lies bookcases upon bookcases spiraling up to the cieling. Speaking of the cieling, it was painted to look like the night sky, even going as far as to blink as real stars. The room is almost entirely filled with books and my bed, which the small exception of a small space to the left on my bed where a dresser, desk, and small kitchen sits. And besides my dresser is a door labeled 'restroom'. The clicking seemed to be coming from that direction, I noted as I swing my legs I sit the side of the bed. Then stop in my tracks, in horror.
I'm not in the clothes I was in, when I fell asleep! Before, I was wearing a short sleeves blue t-shirt, a gray turtleneck, and a dark blue and black jacket. I had jeans on and my usual combat boots.
Now, I'm wearing a black onesie with black kitty ears on the hood. Sorry, wHAt?! And I have slippers on as well. The theme? Kitties. There are little kitty ears on the slippers.
...
Well, at least they're black.
Now, about the clicking... I walk over to the restroom and throw the door open glaring down at the sheepish looking Ann. The ball turns slightly purple under my judgemental glare.
"Delete those pictures. And who changed me? I'd like to go punch or slap them." I demand glaring the small ball in front of me.
"Now, now, no need to get angry..." Ann pleads, but I stomp my foot on the floor and she shuts up fast.
"Answer. My. Questions." I hiss kneeling down to glare even harder at Ann.
"Okay, the pictures have been deleted. And to answer you second question, the house did it." Ann answers as pictures of me paper and get deleted.
"The... house?" I ask, my glare slowly fading as my curiosity gets the better of me. Ann bounces up and down as if nodding.
"Yes, the house is all of this house except for the parts that are me. It very rarely interacts with guests, you're very lucky! It seems to have a liking to you! Which means it will help you do things like changing into pajamas. Although it seems to have things it likes doing to the people it likes which includes dressing them up in cute animal themed clothing. Hence... yeah." Ann explains looking me up and down. But now the most important question comes up.
"What's the house's gender?" I ask snuggling deep into the surprisingly incredibly soft onesie.
"Uh, well it doesn't really have one, but if I were to give it one I would say it's male. Afterall, occasionally it shows up in the form of a male." Ann shrugs. I let out the breath I was holding in.
"Well... I guess it's fine then. Thanks, house... " I mutter. I'm response, the room bond up and down which I take as a nod. Smiling I look down at Ann and then frown
"What?" Ann asks.
"Never come into my room again, is that clear?!? " I hiss and she nods, "Now scram. I'm guessing that envelope on my desk are the rules and I'd rather read them alone. Thanks..." I drag my words out lined with poisonous lining. Sending the hidden threat behind my words, spins away and out of my room door closing it begins her. Oh, huh, I didn't realize it but I was calling Ann a her... oh well. It's be a drag to change my mind now so... whatever.
Walking over to my wonderful, large desk, I slump into the large, comfortable chair in front of it, grabbing the envelope and inspecting it. It's all white and blank except for the strange red seal keeping it closed. The pattern on it depicts a iconic house with a crown inside of it. Outside of the house is entwined vines covered with thorns. Intresting... I rip it open and pull out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, I read the list of rules.
Rules of the House of Redemption
1. No phone except for during free hours
2. Lights out at 10PM
3. No going to the third floor
4. School starts at 9AM and ends 3PM on schooldays
5. Breakfast at 7-8:30AM
6. Lunch at 12PM
7. Dinner at 5:30-9PM
8. Must have at least one extracurricular activity
9. If you hear a knock at you door and somebody doesn't answer, DON'T OPEN IT
10. Doors with lock at 10:30PM and you are not allowed out of your room until 6AM next morning
11. Be aware of your noise and disturbance level
12. Have fun!
13. Never answer the front door. Never. Let Ann do it
Finished reading, I think about what I'd just read. All the rules seemed pretty norml, except for 9, 10, and 13. They seemed oddly strange and crazy specific. Why?
Well, whatever, I'll deal with it later. Looking around the room, I find a clock over my desk and go over to see that the time is 6:46. I slept almost 7 hours?! Oops, didn't mean to sleep THAT long. Huh, so dinners now? Where do I eat, thoug-
I didn't even get to finish my thoughts before, suddenly, the wall over my desk splits open and shoved a plate of still warm food onto the desk. Suprised, I jump backwards, trip, and surprisingly don't hit the floor. Instead the carpeted floor seemed to have stretched out and caught me. Carrying me over to the chair, it plops me down into it pushes the food towards me. Chuckling lightly, I take the fork provided and begin eating. By the time I finish it's 7:39, which is when I hear a knock on my door. Thinking it's one of the other three, I call out to them.
"Who is it?" I call. Then I wait for an answer. I get none. And so I sit there, not sure what to do except for follow the rules and NOT open the door. A few minutes later another knock comes.
"W-who's there?" I almost whisper, sleeping into my bed and pulling up the covers (it makes me feel safe, alright? Don't judge!).
"What do ya mean, shorty? It 's me, Alex the Supreme, of course!" Alex arrogantly declare s to which I heave a heavy sigh of relief. Thank gosh it's just him. I don't know what that other knock was and honestly... I don't think I want to know, "You coming with us to the fucking library or not, shitty shorty?"
"Oh, y-yeah. Coming!" I call. And so I spend the rest of day until 9:30 in the library reading in a small, dark, and comfortable corner(still in onesie). At 10, I collapse into my bed and am out in a second. Good night, good bye today.
YOU ARE READING
House of Redemption
Mystery / ThrillerFive teens, four arrests, one house, and 365 days together. How could this ever go wrong. In Friday 13th four teens were arrested on different severe charges and sent to a special prison for people like them. Trouble making teens, that is. There sen...
