The House

Chapter 6 Remember who you are

"Go....... InG!"

"G... MoR...!"

"GoOd MoRnInG DaRLiNg!"

I woke up by the sound of an awful English accent through, what appeared to be, several speakers. I knew there was something wrong with it because it was the first that I actually heard a human voice instead of an altered digitalized one.

Maybe that's he's real voice.

I sat up, stretched my arms and opened my eyes. It was when I looked all around me when I realized it; the room was different. The spider webs were gone, so as the brownish blankets; everything was clean. The walls had elegant red wallpaper with a delicate design printed on it; the furniture was white with details in gold, there were golden chandeliers in the ceiling; my bed was bigger, king size maybe; the sheets were golden and there was an AC on, I could tell.

"ThIs Is My PrEsEnT fOr YoU," said the voice though the speakers. "A pLaCe SuItAbLe FoR tHe PrInCeSs ThAt YoU aRe..."

"Am I supposed to feel flattered?" I say.

He didn't answer.

"Wait a minute..." I say. "Are you spying me?"

If he was capable of talking to us through an old television, he could easily be spying on me. This means he could see me naked and that only though makes me want to throw up.

"nO..." he giggles.

He giggled. This can mean two things: one, he's lying and is obviously spying me or two; he's saying the truth but giggled because he's aware of my thought.

"WhEnEvEr YoU aRe ReAdY," he continued. "I'll Be WaItInG In "The ReCePtIoN"..."

I sighed, and the room went quiet. I stood up from the bed and looked out for my baggage so I can get changed.

I don't remember paying much attention to the room yesterday, so I can't do much about being surprise by the fact that there're three more beds now; one right next to the one I was using and two others in front. Also, there's a bathroom at the back of the room, so as closets filled with all our things.

Once inside the bathroom, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I put on my blue jean shorts and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows with my brown boots and knee-high black stockings. When I was ready, I stepped outside the room and walked to the middle of The Reception.

Unlike the other room, The Reception remains old and dirty with all the spider webs still in place.

"Isabelle! Got a good sleep?" says Valerye, waving her right hand at me when she sees me awake.

I nod.

In the middle of The Reception are Valerye, Peter, Jasmine, my mom and my dad. They all seem waiting for something.

"Hey, did your room also changed overnight?" asks Valerye.

"Yeah," I say, as if that isn't strange at all. "But I guess everything else is pretty much the same..."

Minutes passed and I kept talking to Valerye while our parents talked between them. More minutes passed and I began to feel pissed because the Creep Guy was making us wait too much. Finally, an hour passed and we're still waiting.

"Isabelle,"says Jasmine. "What are we waiting for exactly?"

"Well-"

"PaRdOn My DeLaY, i HaD sOmE... bUsSiNeSs To AtTeNd FiRsT..."

His voice sounds throughout the room like if we were surrounded by plenty copies of him. I look above us and see a couple of big black speakers, like the ones people use at parties, in the corners between the walls and the barely-resistant roof.