Cursed Gallery

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I was at the art gallery with my dad. We were looking at the Guertena exhibit looking at the art work made from my grandfather. "Dad, why didn't Jackson come to the gallery?" Jackson is my big brother who was able to spend time with grandpa before he died. Dad sighed, "You know that Jackson blamed himself for your grandfather's death." I nodded and looked back at the painting, it was the lady in red. It looked like a younger version of grandmother. "I'm gonna look ahead." I said as I looked at the tears in my dad's eyes. I walked away. As I was looking at the Embodiment of Spirit statue the lights flickered off. I felt someone push me from behind and I tripped and crashed into a painting.

I rubbed my head and looked around, my black beanie with cat ears had fallen off along with my electric blue wig, there was a pink rose next to them. The room I was in had a grayish tint to it and only had a mirror and a gray door to its name. I felt my long blonde hair sway against my back, I looked at the mirror and glared at myself in disgust. Guertena had painted a portrait of my twin sister Mary, we looked a lot alike except I had freckles and a scar under my right eye, otherwise people had a hard time telling us apart.

That was until Mary committed suicide on our birthday. Mary hated me for being her twin, so after that day I celebrated my birthday on a different day, started wearing wigs and contacts, and became a different person. I put my hair up in a tight bun, pulled my wig on my head and placed my beanie on. I picked up the rose and gazed at it, it had 6 petals, I held on to it and looked at myself one last time, I looked a little better I thought as I slipped my rose into my jacket pocket.

I cracked the door open a bit and became petrified there were my grandfather's paintings crawling on the floor, I missed my grandmother but I'm sure as hell that these creatures weren't her. I slammed the door shut and heaved out a breath. The door opened and there was a small girl with crimson eyes and brown hair she was wearing a white button up shirt, a red skirt, red knee high socks, and white Mary Jane's, in her hand was a red rose in her other hand she was holding the hand of a very hot guy. He had lavender hair with darker streaks at the top, dark eye, his left eye was covered by his kinda long hair, he wore a olive colored shirt, brown jeans, and an awesome shredded jacket. "Hello I'm Misty." The man smiled and it made my knees weak, "I'm Garry and this Ib." I smiled at them. They walked to the mirror and I followed them, the height comparison between Ib and Garry was astonishing.

I heard a break of glass but for some reason I couldn't look away from the mirror.I blinked but when I opened my eyes a mannequin head was looking over Garry's shoulder. Garry screamed and crashed into me making us tumble onto the ground. He smelled of vanilla it was nice. "What is that?!" Garry went to kick it but I pulled him away as Ib told him to stop. "Right. My, that was immature of me. Well, let's go." Ib took Garry's hand and Garry took my hand, "You're coming right, Misty?" He asked smiling. I smiled widely and nodded.

We walked out and I gripped Garry's hand tightly as my grandmother crawled towards us. We ran to the right, down a hallway with the same picture but not moving, and once we got the end we took a left, ran down the hall and took right and stopped outside of a gray door only for it to be locked. Garry pulled a gray key out from his pocket and unlocked the door. We rushed inside just as a lady in blue reached out for us. In this room there was a white couch with edelwood branches covering the top cushions, two stools but one was knocked down, an easel, 4 bookcases, a window, and a painting of a man and woman. I moved one of the bookcases in front of the window just in case.

Ib started crying as she stood in front of the painting. I placed my hand on her shoulder, "What's wrong, Ib?" Garry asked while rubbing her back. "They're my parents." She exclaimed, her voice was raspy. "Huh?! The people in this painting are your mom and dad? They do resemble you a bit, Ib." I knelt down and hugged her and immediately felt my jacket get drenched. "But why would such a painting be down here?" Ib lifted her head, "Where could they be?!" I hugged her tighter and felt myself she'd a few tears. "Hmm...well, I can't say that I know either. Don't worry they must be somewhere." She let go of me and walked away, I walked over to the easel and saw scribbled hand-writing "if you're tired, why not rest? You'll never be hurt again..." I read it out loud for the others to hear.

Ib tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge, "Are you kidding me? The door was wide open." There was a pounding sound and we all jumped away from the door and into a huddle. "T-that sound...is that coming from outside?" Dammit I stuttered. "We have to be careful, something's at the door." The pounding sound was all around us now and I started screaming. A lady in yellow had busted through the wall, I grabbed Ib in a football hold, and with my free hand I grabbed Garry's hand.

We ran through the hole in the wall, everything started chasing after us. I heard a door unlock through the sound of shuffling. I followed the sound until I reached a door that was cracked open. Garry slammed the door shut behind us. I set Ib down and collapsed under a painting of a man smiling sadistically with blood pouring from his eyes. "Let's keep go-Misty?" Garry tried shaking me awake but my eyes refused to stay open. "Misty! Stay with me! Misty! MISTY!"