Chapter 1: The painting

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 AN: Hello! Author here!! I'm sorry that this chapter is short and a bit boring, and honestly, if you wanna skip it to the next, you can! I promise I'll try my hardest to have it pick up in the next chapter. :)

I went up to the attic to get the box of old art supplies my mum told me to find with a flashlight. As I was searching through the dusty, old attic, I found a painting of a beautiful mountain with a waterfall with flowers, flowers everywhere, behind a stack of boxes,...it looked..magical..

I reached my hand out to touch the magical painting to dust off the dust which had encased it. Before I knew it..My hand went..through the painting.. "What is this..?" I thought to myself..This certainly wasn't any..normal painting.. Who in the actual did my mum buy this house from?

I was hesitant, but in the end.. I put my whole hand through the painting..Then my whole arm...

Then before I knew it..I went into the painting..

But..it was not frightening rather..comforting..I quite literally went into the painting, Which I cannot tell if it is cool or creepy..

Before I could force myself to turn back and get back to my mum..I was exploring.. I never leave my house due to the fact that I don't really have friends, which makes this a big deal for me to finally feel comfortable outside of my room.

I walked around.. The crunching of the grass, the sounds of the waterfall, sounds of the birds..singing?..Yes..singing..Not chirping..Singing.... It all made it harder for me to go back

I become mesmerized by the alluring view.. I pinched my arms constantly, hoping it wasn't a dream, because I certainly don't wanna wake up if it is one.

Before I knew it.. I took one step forward while watching the birds singing, and slipped on a rock and fell into the water below..

FRICK

I can't swim..

I tried to swim out of the water as I felt the water filling my lungs, it created a burning sensation in my chest that wasn't pleasant, but the attempt was quite pitiful to say the least.

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