The Orphanage (ONC ENTRY)

Part 4: The Red Ball

I was in a different room. The bars had either been replaced or stored. In the corner of the room was a dressing table with two pairs of perfume. One read "To frame the photo you must seek the thing that keeps you weak". I sighed in quiet disappointment because I knew exactly what that meant. It was an easy clue.

I removed the second pair of perfume. I herd a small click. A drawer on the ugly baby blue paint chipping dresser slid open briskly like a newly wed getting fitted for her big day. I grasped the circular spool like wooden handle that had once been painted over with a silvery blue kind of incense.

Inside the drawer was a black jewelry box with plastic golden embroidered diamonds with a small fake ruby center. I smiled for this reminded me of my old nursery that I had been in when my parents abandoned me. I slowly opened the shady box. The sound effects of a poetic tune reveled itself, In the form of a small dancing figurine. This figure came in the form of a ballerina who was holding a mans hand. The man was dressed in a red and black outfit as if it was a guardsmen watching the ways of the queen up at the Buckingham palace.
His hat was different though. As if he was a small but cracker but in the form of a man.

I now surveyed the purple and pink painted room. I triumphed over the urge not to study the book shelf that I had just found upon the other side of the room. I walked over to the stories, yanking off the potency of each novel until I discovered one that wouldn't budge.

I then pulled the last remaining tale and shifted it with a small loose movement to the right and then to the left. The floor shifted from under me. I slid and shouted and screamed and shifted. Until I reached the bottom level, that stood for some odd reason beneath the Orphanage like some type of semi modern catacombs. Around me was a small circular hallway with candles that lit up the corridor as I took one, two, three steps inside. I gasped as I felt a cold hand on the back of my neck. The frozen clasp picked me up like a chariot ready for bloodshed.

I looked backwards. It was a tall man who stood highly. His body chilled and chiseled as hard as Ice itself. "A body guard?" I deduced mentally as he carried me farther down the circumference of the walkway. "One movement and I snap your neck" my night gown still covered my pajamas. For unless I was to strip down I had to flexibility for the ability to escape his hardening grip. So I laid there losing breaths slowly. Still as a plank until we reached a large cave. Small Mice and shrieking cave bats surrounded around us.

The man showed no fear. We reached a middle sized door with linear green highlights buzzing in a tough plastic tube. The man put me down but now held on to my night robes collar. I watched as I scanned his eyes. "A Retinal scanner?!" I noted once more amongst my mentality. He picked me up again, this time by my long hair and threw me inside. A dark room. I smirked as I knew my escape plans were going to come true.... They just had to...