Crazy Experience

Chapter 2 - Who the hell are you?

After making his way into the vintage castle, Tyler took in his surroundings carefully. The place was definitely... unique. The architecture of the building itself was magnificent. But it was so dark and grim looking that it made a shiver run up his spine. There were cobwebs covered in dust everywhere. The place looked like some sort of horror show or haunted mansion.

"This way." The blonde, balding man stated as he walked past Tyler. Tyler was quick to follow, rubbing his hands together in hopes to create some friction to warm himself. He looked around a bit more as he walked. "Uh. I don't mean to be rude. But where is your telephone? I'd really rather not overstay my welcome." The man simply turns and glances to Tyler before turning forward once more, walking toward what looked to be a seating room. "Sit. I shall alert the master of your presence." The man gave a chilling smile before turning and walking away.

"But I-" Before Tyler could finish his sentence, the man was already gone. "I only want to use your damn phone." He scowled, turning and looking at the chair that sat next to a set of double doors. The chair was definitely older than him, no doubts. Tyler simply stayed standing, every once and a while moving around the small room to look closer at the various statues that sat on the shelves against the walls of the room.

A bit more time passed before Tyler finally decided he was bored. He turned and looked at the double set of doors that sat in between the twin vintage chairs. "A little exploring never killed anyone. And I'm sure the so-called 'master' of the house wouldn't mind." He reached out and opened one of the doors carefully. What greeted him, wasn't what he had expected. Instead of a gloomy, dimly lit room, there was a bright, unique ballroom. Tyler gaped at the room's size and design. Whoever designed this part of the house was even more genius than the one who designed the foyer.

What really caught his attention wasn't the strange decor that consisted of odd statues and a randomly placed jukebox, but the red carpet leading up to what looked to be a throne that sat in front of a velvet curtain.

Tyler walked down the steps slowly with caution. He checked around every nook and cranny of the ballroom as he walked closer to the throne. Once he reached the royal looking chair, he noticed that it wasn't the normal red cushioning, but black instead. Just as he was about to reach out to touch the strange throne, an old feather duster smacked his hand away. "Ow! Hey! No need to hit! Damn!" Tyler shook his hand, looking at it to see a bright red mark made from the force that the feather duster hit him with. He looked up only to come face to face with a practically white face with heavy eye makeup, the face being framed with incredibly curly, red hair.

"Do not touch the master's chair!" The woman in a maids costume shouted with a, what seemed to be heavy, German accent, sending the young man a glare. "Ok! Yeesh! No need to be such a bitch. A simple 'Don't touch!' would have worked just as well, lady!" The woman glared for a few more seconds before a large grin spread across her face. "You are a guest! You should know better. Now out out out!" The maid then started to push Tyler harshly out of the ballroom.

"What is your problem, lady?!" Quickly, Tyler started to walk back toward the door, making said maid fall onto the floor. "I'm leaving, ok? I was just trying to find a damn phone!"

Just as Tyler reached the steps, the double doors that open into the ballroom slammed open, causing Tyler to freeze. The first thing to be noticed was the sparkling heels the newcomer wore. Just looking at the height of them made the 28-year-old cringe internally. From there, he slowly looked up, taking every detail about this person in.

A pearl ankle bracelet was wrapped around the right ankle of the person. Next were fishnet stockings that hugged their legs. The only problem was that they had multiple tears and rips. Attached to the stockings were garters. A pair of black and silver sparkling garters, to be exacted. Then the corset. The very thing that made Tyler dread what was after. The corset was nice. It was studded and sparkly, easily completing the outfit along with the arm sleeves that were hugging a set of hands that were on the offender's hips. But that wasn't what made Tyler so anxious. No. It was the fact that the corset was completely flat chested. No breasts to fill it out. Instead, it hugged the persons frame well enough to show that this person was not a 'she'. But a 'he'.

Finally reaching the, now identified, man's face, Tyler could literally feel all the blood drain from his face. Looking straight at him were hazel eyes, hooded with dark blue eyeshadow.

"Well well well~ Now who could this handsome hunk of a man be?~" The obvious crossdresser purred, sending the redhead a smug look. Tyler gulped, thinking over his actions carefully. Behind him, he could hear the maid giggle in dark delight.

"... Who the hell are you?"