Harry's P.O.V
The lodge was old, and probably had not been renovated since the lodge was built. The main room had an old fashioned cash register, and a moose head hung from one wall.
There was a small sitting area: two old couches and an armchair, both looking at the fireplace which was lit. Despite the fact it was the summer, it was very chilly and cool, so we all grabbed a seat while Greg and his assistant, Jackie, were talking to Ray at the cash register.
"What are we going to even do?" Josh groaned.
"Hike?"
"Obviously, but what else?"
"It's too cold to go swimming," Liam sighed, looking out the small cracked window.
Zayn hopped off the couch and walked across the room to an old bookcase.
"Well, there is always writing songs," Jaymi shrugged.
"Louis. hey! Give me my beanie back!" George laughed as Louis snatched his hat and running out of the room.
"Probably Lou is going to be dangling it over a toilet," .
I followed JJ, Niall and George partly because I was curious what else there was in this huge lodge. Zayn, Liam, Jaymi stayed in the main room checking out the bookcase.
"There has to be something decent to read here," Zayn shrugged.
There was a long and dark hallway, with five doors on each side.
"Okay, George and I will take the left side, Harry and Niall will take the left," JJ whispered.
The first three rooms were empty, just empty rooms. The fourth was a tiny old bathroom and after investigating the closet it was colcuded Louis was nowhere to be seen.
"What about you two?" Niall asked JJ and George.
"Nothing," George shook his head.
The last door was different than the other two. It was smaller and a black metal instead of old oak.
"Do you reckon it is locked?"
"One way to find out…" I mumbled. I rattled the doorknob but it wouldn't open.
"Louis is that you shuffling in there?"
Bang! The door flies open.
"Round, round, round we go,
The world is spinning,
When it's stops,
Is just the beginning,
The sun goes up,
We are sigh
The sun goes down
When we die….."
The first thing I saw was fire. Orange and red flames licking the air. The outdoor fire place was oddly in the middle of the room and the second thing I see are…. dolls. Very old dolls. The type my grandmother used to collect before she died. They are expensive, victorian porcelain dolls. There are dozens and dozens of them all over the floor. There are so many I don't even notice the boy sitting on the ground in the centre of the room, singing steadily and softly.
"Round we go,
The world is spinning,
When it's stops,
Is just the beginning,
The sun goes up,
We are sigh
