I ran back through the green door and slammed it shut, hoping and praying that statue didn't know how to open doors. It did.
I ran back over the squished ant painting, squealing as I tracked bloody footprints to the other side. I looked back as I ran and saw the ant painting had ripped after I hurried over it, and the statue was right on the other side.
I quickly went through the door on the other side and slammed it shut. CRASH!!! I heard a loud noise from the other side of the door that sounded like glass breaking.
I slowly peeped through the green door, and saw that the statue was gone. Huh... I thought. It must have fallen into the hole...
I decided to continue on. The sooner I got out of this place, the better. It was strange though... Was I really still in the gallery? It seemed like it, but then what about the withered hands, and the headless statue? Are Guertena's works coming to life?
I stopped in my tracks and shuddered at the thought. The more reason to leave this place. I walked back through the hallway of withered hands and approached the door on the other side.
This must be where the key fits. I thought with relief. Here's hoping this door leads to a way out...
I heard a click, and turned the knob, and entered. Once I stepped inside the room, I saw two big, black eyes staring back at me from the other side of the wall. I stumbled back, but they were simply painted onto the wall.I calmed myself down and walked forward. There's a fish-shaped hole in the wall... I observed. I also noticed that there were two doors leading to the left and right of the room. Which one should I take?
If you want to take the door to the right, read Part 14
If you want to take the door to the left, read Part 15
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(DISCONTINUED) Ib - An RPG Horror Game Story (Choices)
RastgeleNine-year-old Ib is on a visit with her parents to an art museum, which soon takes a twisted turn as the lights go out and the famous Guertena's exotic pieces of art become all too life-like. - WARNING: This is not a regular story. The chapters aren...