𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘱𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘟𝘓𝘐

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐂

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 (𝟐/𝟔)

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The sudden gust of wind catches you off guard, sending your hair flying to the right as you gaze out at the landscape. The familiar house and trees seem to stretch on forever, but something feels off.

Ray's voice breaks the silence, his words laced with a mix of confusion and concern. "Hey guys, weren't we supposed to be heading to the Seven Walls?" He asks, his gaze never leaving the house.

You exchange a glance with Emma, both of you nodding in unison. "Yeah..." you reply, your voices barely above a whisper.

Ray takes a step forward, his eyes scanning the familiar house. "And we opened the door to the entrance, right?" He asks, his voice trembling slightly.

Again, you and Emma nod, your faces mirroring each other's confusion. "Yeah..."

Ray's gaze falls upon the ground, his mind racing. "Then this place... it's what's on the other side of the door, right?" He asks, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as you take in the familiar landscape. Something doesn't feel right.

The three of you stand there, frozen in uncertainty, as the wind continues to pass.

Emma's voice is barely audible, her words laced with confusion. "The mural on the ceiling... wasn't it pitch black?" She mutters, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

Ray's response is a shaky exhale, his voice trembling. "Uh-huh..."

You can't help but speak up, your words laced with a mix of confusion and concern. "Then what the hell is this?" You ask, your gaze sweeping across the landscape.

Emma's voice trembles slightly as she responds. "I don't know."

"Why are we at GraceField House?" You demand, your voice firm, yet laced with a hint of fear.

The memory of that escape day is etched vividly in your mind - the smoke choking your lungs as you fled the house with Don, watching in horror as the fire ravaged the main hall and spread to the rest of the house, reducing it to ashes.

So, how is it possible that you're standing here now, staring at the house that was once consumed by flames?

"Why...? That door we went it should have brought us to the Seven Walls?" Emma's voice trembled as she took slow, cautious steps forward.

You turned around, your eyes scanning the empty space where the door once stood. Just as the message had promised, it was gone. Vanished. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you turned back to face the house.

Your jaw clenched in frustration, you followed Emma. As you drew closer, the familiar yet strange facade loomed before you, its windows like empty eyes staring back.

It felt as if you were being pulled into a nightmare from which you couldn't awaken.

As Ray's hand grasped the door handle, a faint creak echoed through the air. The doors swung open, revealing a space frozen in time.

The entrance hall, with its familiar scent of wood hit you. Every detail was exactly as you remembered: the same wallpaper, the same wooden stairs, the same light casting the same warm glow.

Yet, amidst the familiarity, a shiver ran down your spine. This was the place where laughter and tears had intertwined, where memories, both fond and painful, had left their mark on you.