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ｌｏｓｔ ｍｅｍｏｒｉｅｓ

『 your p.o.v 』

The forest is dark, a chilled wind blowing past as I wander down the grown over path. I can't hear anything but the twigs and leaves snapping and crunching beneath my feet as I go. Thankfully the clouds are rolling by quick enough for the bright moonlight to trickle down through gaps in the trees, illuminating the darkness just the smallest bit.

How long have I been out here? Why am I out in the woods to begin with? What happened to me?

"Just where are you?"

I shook my head some at the familiar, soft and warm feminine voice, hesitantly glancing around. The silence is making me uneasy. I don't like it one bit. It's unsettling. There's a lingering feeling of being watched settling over myself and if I knew where I was, I would have ran out of this forest as fast as my legs would have taken me. But I don't know which direction I came from or which direction I'm walking in. Everything is blurring together and I can't remember.

There's something about these woods that drew me in. I needed to come in here, but I don't know where here even is. There's something I need to find.

"Find what? "

I don't know.

"The mansion."

What mansion?

"Keep walking ___ and you'll find the mansion."

Listening to the voice in my head that surely isn't my own, I continued onwards feeling as if I'm some crazy person. There's nothing else for me to do anyways so I might as well indulge the voice and see if I can come across that mansion she's wanting me to find.

All the trees look the same, the wind growing colder and colder the longer I walk. I wrap my arms around my body in hopes of trapping some sort of warmth. Shivers wrack my body and I'm getting sleepy. It hurts to keep walking.

After what felt like an eternity, the trees of the forest finally began to clear, the clouds up above growing heavier the further away from the forest's edge I walk. The mansion before me is large and the estate it's placed upon even larger than the mansion itself. Everything about it just screams old gothic spooky mansion from some nineteen-thirty's movie. I found myself slightly awestruck by the structure. It's truly something else...

The gardens out front are surprisingly well kept up with, the flowers blooming beautifully and glistening in the moonlight as I tentatively approach them. The large front gate to the mansion wasn't locked and, if anything, seemed to open on it's own. All I had to do was walk up to it and it slowly pushed open just a crack, inviting me to further open it.

There was a that persistent feeling of being watched still lingering over me like a blanket of anticipation and anxiety with every step I took. It took everything within me to not turn on my heels and hurry off the premises. The mansion may be beautiful, scarily so, but the air surrounding the place is not worth dying for.

"You won't die."

Easy for you to say...

Moving away from the rose bushes, I made my way to stand in front of the large mansion's doors. I peer to my left and then to my right, truly wondering if I'm being followed before raising a hand and softly knocking. The sound echoes off into the dead of the night just as small raindrops begin to fall. I sigh. What was the point of coming here in the first place?