Wander

//Entry 4//

Wander found himself far more cautious now that he had a companion. He didn't know exactly how this happened - it was not as if before he had found the girl that each stray noise didn't send chills down his spine. Despite this, he had to admit - he was feeling slightly better just by having someone around. He hadn't let her get more then a few feet away from him, fearing that if she wandered to far into the darkness, he would once again find himself alone.

He couldn't help but wonder as they walked how she had gotten herself into the mess she was in. It wouldn't make sense for her to be here without parents - and if they had gotten separated, then it would take no less then a miracle for them to still be alive. Deep down, Wander knew that his last encounter with the monster should have been the end. It was only through sheer luck that he had managed to escape. 

Wander nearly walked straight into a wall, had his newfound friend not stopped him at the last moment with a small tug of his hand. He shook his head, clearing it of the cobwebs that had remained of his thoughts, looking around. The lantern was a godsend if he ever knew one. He held it up, looking at his surroundings. 

The room around them was small - nearly as small as the first room that he had found himself in - and looked as if a tornado had ripped through it. Shelves where overturned, books lay open and in large piles, tables smashed. He frowned slightly. Someone had been through this place, looking for something. This wasn't the work of the monster - there where no blood stains anywhere that he could see.

To his right, Wander picked up a chair that had been knocked over, placing it upright. The small girl, whom he had decided to call Little Wander, was happily inspecting a book, flipping through the pages with content. 

The thought occurred that Wander needed to update his journal, as he had not transcribed a single one of the recent events that occurred to him since his last entry. He sat down in the chair after making sure that no dark secrets where hidden anywhere in the room, grabbed a particularly large book to act as a writing surface, and quickly got to work.

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Entry 4

The longer that I find myself trapped in this...hell hole, this nightmare, this terrifying place...the stranger everything becomes. From shadows that dance in darkness to small girls that randomly roam the halls - mute, small girls, may I add - this entire castle is one elaborate death trap.

I wonder if anyone else has died here before me?

What am I talking about, of course people have died here before. I had the most horrifying experience of my life only a short while ago. I don't think I will ever - and I do mean EVER - be able to get that horrific image of the pile of dead bodies out of my mind...even now, as I write, I quake and shiver.

That entire ordeal was one worst case scenario after another. Everything progressively got worse so quickly that it was hard to keep track of how many times I had written myself off as a dead man walking. 

I cheated death, I know that. It had me, the monster HAD me. It was right there, closer then I had seen it before, just waiting, about to strike me down...

It is worth noting, however, just how human like it is in appearance. Despite the horrifying lack of features, it is strikingly and surprisingly similar in both size and stature to a grown adult male. I only saw it up close for a moment before it rushed off, and frankly, I hope to never get close enough to make out details like that again. 

Blissfully ignorant is far better then being that things snack.

On a less terrifying note, I seem to have bumped into another trapped soul in this damned place. I don't know where she's from, who she is, or even her name, but I now travel with a small girl who can't be older than seven years old. It seems that even nice things from this place are maimed - the small girl, who seems to like being called Wander for some unknown reason, can't speak. I don't know if she can't, or won't, but is the difference all that important? 

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Wander looked up just in time to see the small girl disappear under a large avalanche of books, giggling all the while. He smiled, going over and helping her back out of the pile that had amassed on top of her, giving her a small smile before returning to the journal, wrapping up quickly. 

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I have two things that I must accomplish before I escape this horrid place - not only why I am here, but how I came to find myself in such a place as this one. I wouldn't be surprised if my loss of memory is somehow being caused by the castle in one manner or another, but I can't know for sure. Could it even be the castle itself that is doing this to me? 

God knows that I would have to live long enough to figure the answers out in the first place, but hey, wishful thinking right?

If any god, anywhere can here me, we really could use some wishful thinking...