Hands, Keys, And Headless Statues

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 I decided to walk left, where the blue painting was. Further down the hallway, I could see a desk. I sped up my pace, quickly reaching the it. On the smooth wooden surface laid a vase with a beautiful rose inside. I decided to take the rose, carefully holding it in my hand. I smiled to myself. "Such a pretty rose." I said to myself. Once I looked up, I noticed that the desk was blocking an entrance to the door. I easily pushed it aside and wraped my small hand around the doorknob. Opening the door, I walked inside the room.

 "That's odd." I said, noticing a blue-haired painting of a lady. Some of the hair came out of the picture, hanging over the picture frame. I walked torwards the picture, wanting to inspect it. I stopped a few inches away from the picture, noticing a sheet of paper under the frame. Taking my time to pull out the paper, I gently gave it a tug and the paper came out. Staring at the it, I decided to read outloud.

 "When the rose ???s, so too will you ??? away." I frowned, not understanding some of the words. I looked up back at the picture of the blue haired lady and jumped back. Her apperance changed. Pupils like a snakes, grinning wide with a mouth-full of sharp teeth, staring to her right. I turned my head to the direction she was looking at and saw a blue key. I walked over to the key and picked it up, placing it in my pocket. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and I rushed out of the room.

 As soon as I slammed the door shut, there were big, bold letters in red on the wall. "THEIF" I read in my mind. Now I had second thoughts about taking the key. I shook my head. "I do not wish to go back in that room." I said, and walked back to the direction where the red painting was at.

 Opening the door that was on the opposite hallway, I walked into a bright green room filled with insect paintings. I walked forward. Suddenly, a hand bursted out of the wall, causing me to scream quite loudly. I clutched my hand into a fist and held it against my chest. I breathed slowly, trying to calm myself. It worked. I continued to walk forwards and more of those hands came from the wall. Once I reached the end, there was only one painting on the wall. I walked closer and made out that it was an ant. I reached out and touched the painting, realizing that it could be taken down.

I held the painting firmly in my hands. I didn't understand how, but I had a feeling that I needed it. I tried opening the green door that was next to the painting but it was firmly locked. I looked into the hallway and saw that the hands were still there, flailing around. Carefully walking through in the middle, I quickly came to the other side. I turned left, admiring the paintings of other insects as I continued walking.

 Eventually, I approached another green door. I carefully opened the door, the painting firmly held in my other arm. I carelessly walked forward, almost falling down a hole. An idea poped into my mind. I placed the ant painting over the hole. "Perfect." I said as it made a type of passage. I walked over the painting and felt something crunch under my black shoe. "Hunh?" I mummbled as I looked down.

 There was the ant painting, the ant looked crushed as it's body parts were seperated, blood flowing from it. My eyes widened with surprise, but I didn't let it get to me by blinking a few times. I stepped off the painting and onto the other side. I lifted up my leg from behind, turning my head so I can look at the bottom of my shoe. Nothing. No blood or ant body parts. I nodded to myself and twisted open the other door.

 There was another painting and a headless statue wearing a fashionable red dress with matching high heels. There was a green key infront of the statue and I walked torwards it. Picking up the key, I gave myself a satisfied nod. I looked up and noticed that the statue started moving. I stepped back, but it stepped forward. I hesitated for a moment and then, the statue gave a loud neragh! sound, and gave chase after me!

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