The Witch's House

Chapter 1: Waking up

I found myself among many colorful flowers. I woke up among a field of them. I can only identify a few of them. The basic few of course. Lilies, pansies, daisies and tulips. It was actually quite peaceful despite the circumstances. It felt good to stand up and even better to stretch. I had been so stiff for so long I kind of forgot what it felt like to move. A gust of wind stirred up. As it got more powerful, my hair and the ruffles of my dress started to dance more vigorously in the breeze. Trying to recollect my thoughts, I stumbled upon a folded piece of paper in my pocket. I don't remember ever having it. I unfolded each crease carefully so the fragile paper wouldn't tear. The page was moist and was already torn in two. I have no clue as to where the other half is. The damp paper read:
'mind if you go to her house, but just stay away from the forest. Hope to see you home soon.
-Dad'
The first part of the letter was the part that was missing. Regardless, it's nice to feel like someone loves me. Really and truly loves me. On a tree stump by where I woke up, sits a black cat.
"Finally up and at 'em, eh?" It said. Yeah... It talked. Not the weirdest thing I've ever seen. I don't think I'm dreaming. And I'm definitely not hallucinating. I flash a grin its way and I swear I saw it wink. I hurry on my way out of the forest, but my journey comes to a screeching halt only moments later. There is a huge patch of roses blocking the only pathway out of the forest. Every rose upon closer inspection, is covered in thorns. My skin wouldn't last a second trying to get through there. It would be like a piece of paper going through the shredder or like cheese being grated. Except with a lot more blood. Only one other way to go and that's toward the house. There's a small patch of roses this way as well. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice something that stands out from the world of green surrounding me. I walk over to investigate. It appears to be a machete. Except it's rusted and stained...with blood. A chill runs down my spine. It's been a long time since I last had a chill like this one. Goosebumps run up and down my arms. Curious, I rub my fingers up and down my arm to feel them. Returning to reality, I went back to the huge patch of roses leading out of the forest. I swing the machete furiously at the roses. No significant damage shows. They must be enchanted. The only way to get past them is to wither them from the roots up. With no other option at hand, I returned to the small patch of roses. I hacked at the roses with all my might and at my avail, they lay chopped and torn on the ground. The brittle machete didn't survive the attack though. The machete also lay on the ground, broken in two. I leave the machete on the ground and return to the mission at hand. I get closer and closer to the house. I stare down the door in front of me. I'm reluctant to open it. I extend my hand slowly and my fingers feel as though they are repelling the sheer idea of entering this place. My hand creeps closer and closer to the door handle. When I finally come in contact with the handle, another chill is sent down my spine. The handle is cold. Spine-chillingly cold apparently. I pull the door open slowly. The feeling in the air changed drastically. There's no going back now.

I hope you like it so far. Just to mention, I don't own the game this is based on. But this story is coming out nice I hope. Stick around for more bone chilling action and a lot more horror and gore. Trust me, there shall be blood! Comment, vote, and follow! And i'll see you in the next part!
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