I want out

the house paragraph 1-4

An angry ray of light flared through the detailed lace of my white curtain into my eyes. I squinted. After a few seconds, I gently opened them. I did this simple task slowly being careful not to be temporarily blinded. Finally, my eyes adjusted to the bright glow of sunlight consuming my room. I flapped the sheets off my body and sat up at the end of my bed. I sat like this for a while waiting. Around half an hour passed. I gently placed my feet into my house shoes and stood up. I wandered over to the tall dark oak door and carefully turned the glass handle.

I peered down the hallway. It was empty. There were no servants; there were no handmaid's. Not even the butler was in the hallway. The butler is always in the hallway lighting the candles or dusting the shelves. Thinking about it the candles weren't lit. The hallway was dark making it hard to see. The wooden floor creaked as I stepped onto it. A musky smell filled my nose as I walked further. Everything was still and eerily empty. I stepped back to my room and softly closed the door. Something odd was going on; the hallways were never empty.

I walked back over to my bed. I took a moment to even decide what to do. I had watched Matilda with her servant clothes make my bed and dress me many times. I grabbed a corner and pulled the sheets to flat one side. I stepped over to the other side and pulled. Although I must have pulled a bit too hard and the sheets came toppling to the floor. Frustrated I pick the sheets back up and plonked them onto the middle of the bed. Leaning over I tried to flatten them out again but after they fell to the floor again I gave up and left them.

I turned to my wardrobe. The wardrobe was different to most wardrobes. It was a dark oak wooden wardrobe but it wasn't smooth like most. The edges were sharp and the surface was overall unpleasant to brush a hand against. Although it has symbols and engravings on it. The engravings weren't just someone who had tried to write initials or names; they weren't even letters. They were more like runes and odd shapes. I don't know where the engravings came from. I don't even know where the wardrobe came from. I had asked my mother about it once all she said about it was that it was my grandmothers and that it had been in the family for years.