Ib

Mary

Ib's pov.

Everything was purple. The walls, the floor, everything. Garry and I look around both in disgust and awe.

We go forward from the stairs and hear a faint knock from the door. I was afraid it would harm us and kept going strait. There was a rope maze and a bookshelf on the other side. We walk in and no sooner do we step forward that the rope gate closes, and one of those creepy statues comes alive and tries to kill us.

We run around and press all three buttons on the wall. After dodging all of the statues, we read the diary entry. It was about how art seemed to come alive when it was painted with feeling. Literally in out case.

We walk a ways further into the dungeon and find a violet door. We try to open it, but it was locked. I sigh.

"There's a story panel here." Garry says. "I'm not getting any ideas, so let's come back later. "

We go through the opposite door and see another statue blocking the door. Garry easily moves it out of the way.

There was also a strange switch in that room. I pull it, but nothing happens.

We walk out of the room and see writing on the wall.

'What's the name of the painting on the floor of the museum?' It read.

"Ahg... I can't remember..." Garry looks towards me. "Hey Ib, give me a letter to jog my memory would you?"

I didn't know the first word of the painting either, but I knew it started with the letter 'A'.

"How about the letter A? " I ask.

"A... That's it! Abyss of the deep is what it's called! Thanks ib!"

I smile at him.

We walk back to the door and use the title, Abyss of the deep, to open it. Sure enough, the door unlocks and we step inside. It was a large room with a few book cases. I look through them and pick a book to read out loud.

"???. I found myself ??? My finger over her ???, beautiful ???. And as she lay there, ??? My ???, I..."

Garry closes the book and hastily puts it away. "Don't read this kind of this until your older."

"O-okay.." I say, not really sure what the book was about. Not really wanting to either.

I walk over to another bookshelf and read another page.

"The women here, like playing 'loves me, loves me not'" I read out loud.

"Yeah, no kidding." Garry mumbles. "Hey Ib. How's your rose?" He asks.

I look at it and realize I was down to one single petal. "Uh.. Not very good..." I admit.

"We should find a vase soon." He says. "Hmm?" He looks at the painting called 'separation' gaming on the wall. "What an off putting painting."

The lights go out.

I stand there terrified that something was going to CO e after us and kill us.

"I-ib?! Are you here?! Ugh. Its to hard to see." Garry says.

"I'm here." I reply.

Garry sighs with relief. "Good stay there. I guess it's a good thing I have my lighter."

Garry uses his lighter to illuminate the room. There was a scream and when the room goes light again, there are words written all over the walls and floor.

Garry and I gasp in unison.

"I don't think this place is good for my mental health." H
Garry mumbles.