A million doors lead to a million of different things. Which one would you choose?
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Sam could hear the loud footsteps getting closer as she sat under the stairs quietly.
As soon as L.J had told her what was going on, she was out.
No way was Sam going to join a bunch of weirdoes and just do nothing in a mansion all day. It was baloney!
And that masked dude just had to friggin' stand by the door didn't he?
Sam's breath hitched at the sound of another's breath. It was coming from behind her.
She slowly spun around and held in her surprise.
The sight was not at all horrifying to Sam. It just seemed odd that a kid could still be alive with such a loss.
A boy hovered just a couple of centimetres above the dusty floor. All he wore was grey, besides his eyes and hair which were black.
"Crap!" Sam muttered and got out her scissors.
"I-I can't h-hurt you y-you know!" The boy stuttered quietly.
It was true that he was missing his limbs and lacked an evil aura, but there had to be something about him if this Slenderman person let him stay at the mansion.
Sam continued to stare warily at the boy, hand gripping scissors tightly.
"...I-I'll help you g-get out if you want."
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the boy. The last time Sam saw somebody talk to a ghost, let alone trust one, they became a big bunch of mush on a school wall.
"S-stay here! I-I'll c-check if the coast is c-clear." The boy disappeared out from under the stairs and went to the door.
He seemed to be taking his time just to be merely checking a doorway.
Loosing her patience with waiting, Sam took it upon herself to get out alive and unseen.
Causiously, Sam came out from under the stairs.
She now stood in a huge hallway full of doors. Behind her, the big wooden stairs led up to the second floor.
The pictures on the dark walls all seemed eerie. Like they were watching her with theil oil painted eyes.
Sam saw the limbless boy outside. He watched her with wide eyes through one of the big dirty windows beside the front door.
What had he seen?
Something wrapped around her left ankle tightly and lifted her up as if she weighed nothing.
She didn't have enough time to scream when a tentacle covered her mouth.
"What is this, child? Escaping the mansion at a time like this?" The man that spoke didn't seem angry with her. In fact, he seemed emotioneless, which made sence since he had no face.
The faceless man turned his head towards a door before he looked back at Sam.
"I should explain things to you in the study, now shouldn't I, child?"
Child? Sam questioned quietly. I'm not a friggin' child!
The faceless man took her to a big room that contained a great amount of books and papers.
A big desk sat in front of a fire, above the fire was a picture of the faceless man and three other odd looking faceless creatures.
The was no window in the room. Just a small vent in the corner.
