mistake [luke hemmings]

c u r s e

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I woke up in a dark room. I was alone, surrounded by old rocking chairs and an odd smell. "Ugh," I flinched, disgusted. I looked around the room, searching for a door. I looked up. The ceiling looked very short. I stood up and put up my hand. It flattened against the top of the room. I sighed and shivered. I hated cramped spaces.

I walked over to the wall. It was covered in an odd wallpaper, a browning, rusted color. I put my hand to it to lean in, and fell right through.

I shrieked, surprised at the fake walls.

Then I heard running footsteps. I looked up just as a man in a leather jacket screamed, "Hey!" I couldn't think; I had no plan. I did not know who he was, where Luke was, or where he could be. But I did know one thing: I had to run.