Quiet and Alone

Lonely Paintings

Why was this happening to me? Whatever I did to wrong the gods above, I'm so sorry. I really wished I was back in the clearing. This was the weirdest place I'd been to yet. The walls were black, the ground was red, and the paintings didn't seem right. If you couldn't tell, I had entered some sort of hallway. The ceiling was approximately 8 ft up and a yard wide.

There were paintings on the wall, almost as if I had in some sort of art gallery. I almost instantly regretted my decision and when I turned to open the door again, it was gone. I had decided to look around a bit to find another exit, but I first checked out some odd paintings. The first one I passed was simply titled, "Mary." It was of a little blonde girl holding a yellow rose whilst sleeping in a field. For some odd reason, she seemed familiar to me.

I had decided I had looked enough, she kind of creeped me out, so I started walking again. I didn't know what it was about this art gallery, but it was very unsettling at the time with the raven walls and blood colored carpet. That was when I had heard a noise. It had sounded like laughter, so I went towards the noise. I turned a corner and saw a wide room with a man standing in the center.

This room had looked like the rest of the gallery but with only small statues of children randomly littering the floor and blue carpet. The man was wearing a lab coat and had chestnut hair. He was very much taller than I at, what my guess predicts, 6 feet and 5 inches. He appeared to be carrying something but I couldn't tell what it was while he was turned around. He seemed to have noticed my presence and turned around, I really wished he hadn't.

I finally saw what he was holding, a bloody chainsaw. I was frighted and I think he could tell because he tried to calm me down, but with that insane look in his eyes how could I? I grabbed the strings of my hat and ran sprinted down the hallway, my Mary Janes pounding against the carpet. I heard a chainsaw rev and ran faster, I wished I had listened to my kitten.

I heard him giggle and he was saying some little girls name, I couldn't make it out though. My only thought at that moment was why on earth he had been chasing me, I'm certain I didn't know whoever he was looking for. While running down the halls, I found a new door and decided it was my best bet. I ran as hard as I could, opened the new door, and slammed it in the mans face before he could get to me. That's when I heard what he was saying, and actually trying to warn me about.

Ellen