You can't hide: A Hide And Seek Fanfiction

Floor One: The Enveloping Darkness

Darkness.

Darkness.

That was all Dorothy could see and feel around her, was the enveloping darkness, which was consuming her bit by bit... However, through the darkness, she saw a faint line of light peaking through into the smooth oak surface next to her. She instinctively stood up, although quite shakily, and reached out towards it. She let out a small gasp when the light widened to reveal a room, and as the door opened so easily, Dorothy almost fell out of what now seemed to be a wardrobe of some sorts. She regained her balance and stepped out, revealing a room of sorts.
There was a vertically placed bed with white covers neatly layed out atop of a square maroon colored rug with elegant light gray embroidery around it. There was also a lamp next to the bed. She noticed that, on the left side of the wardrobe was a grandfather clock, and on the right, a golden stand with a large, dusty, oval shaped mirror. There was a dark pink stool in front of it. There were large, vibrant curtains that hung over a window.
On the left side of the room, next to the grandfather clock, there was what seemed to be a closet, but on it were.... Bloodstains? She thought made a shiver slither down Dorothy's spine as she continued looking over the room. Not so far away from the closet, was another door, which didn't seem to be closet as much as the last one. Next to it was a dark oak desk, with a pale cream colored flower vase on it, four beautiful red flowers were in bloom. Besides the flowers, the were two books on the desk, one with a green cover and another with a blue cover. A red plush chair that had an elegant yellow outline sat in front of the books.
   All of a sudden, questions flooded Dorothy's head as she took all this in.

Where am I?

What am I doing here?

Who am I to begin with??

Her eyes snapped open as the thought of the last question. She didn't know who she was, what she was doing here, or where she even was to begin with. She had amnesia. She nervously walked over to the dusty mirror and tried to get a glimpse of her reflection, but to no avail. Dorothy frowned and backed off, turning around.
   However, right when Dorothy turned around, a loud crash broke through the silence. Yelping in surprise, Dorothy whipped around to face the mirror once more, and to her horror, she realized it was now shattered. Gasping in surprise, she took a shaky step back, furrowing her brows in worry. No.... This wasn't right.
  Dorothy swallowed over the lump in her throat and started walking towards the door closest to the desk. She stayed away from the bloodstained one; she got a bad feeling around it. Dorothy wrapped her gloved hands around the golden doorknob, dread growing inside her. After what just happened with the mirror, and waking up amnesia she didn't know what to expect anymore. Slowly, she opened the door and peaked out cautiously.

There wasn't anything outside the door from what Dorothy saw, so she presumed it to be safe.... She hoped it was, anyways. Walking out into the hallway, Dorothy was met with a long wine red carpet with light embroidery, much like the one in the room. It went from one door near her to the end of the hall.  By the door, there were two paintings. One looked like a mother who was holding a baby. The other looked like a girl who was praying. Flower vases lined both sides of the hall.... Which lay eeriely silent.

Dorothy suddenly spoke out her thoughts in order to break the silence. "Where is everybody?" From the way it appeared, it would of seemed like a whole bunch of people living here.... Or.... Lived here. Dorothy slightly shuddered at the thought.

  Soon shaking the thought from her head, Dorothy turned her attention to the paintings on the wall. They gave her a more comforting feeling in such a situation. A small smile graced her pale face as she walked over to the painting of the mother holding her baby. It made her think about her family, or if she even had one before all this happening.