I woke up to be laying on a cold hard-wood floor, laying face down and on my stomach. My head feels like its being pierced by needle; a sharp numbing pain that is almost too much to bare. I slowly lift myself up without causing anymore brain damage and prop myself up against a nearby wall.
The walls were painted pure black and covered in different paintings, mostly being what appears to be actions of homicide or suicide, which actually sends small chills down my spine. The floor was a dark oak color that looked old and torn apart, some boards coming up. The only thing still descent was the white marbled fireplace across from me without a fire.
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I stood up, looking around to see if I can identify where I am but nothing seems familiar. The air felt cold, a lot colder than back home. I walk over to the window to see it covered in ice and the ground covered in a thick, white blanket of snow. Nothing could be seen for miles, nothing but bare trees scattered here and there. My mind raced, trying to wrap my mind around he subject at hand, where am I? I walk over to a large black painted door, opening it slightly to see a narrow hallway.
The hallway seemed much colder than the room I was in, when I walked out it almost seemed dead, silent and still. I put my hands in my hoodie pocket,trying to keep them warm as I stroll down what seemed to be a never-ending hallway. The farther down the hallway I went, it started to smell like a rotting corpse and fresh blood, making me scrunch up my nose.
At the end of the hallway was a single door painted red with a black X over it.
============.w.=========== Okay I decided I'm not ending the book...c: yay?~ this will continue another time c;
