Far From Earth, Close To Home (Completed)

Chapter 1: The Mansion

Hi.
I'm a 13-year-old girl named Jay.
Now that that's over with, into the story. Talking about myself gives me anxiety.
I had slowly opened my eyes to a bright chandelier on the ceiling. I slowly got up, covering my eyes with my arm and keeping my hair out of my face.
My eyes adjusted to the light as I noticed where I was.
I was in an unnecessarily large and fancy hallway, with stairs leading two seperate ways. A bit cliche if you ask me.
"Hello?" I called, unaware my voice was trembling like just I woke up from the worst possible vision ever. And to make matters worse, my voice echoed for about fifteen seconds
If anyone was in this place, they knew-- thought-- I was scared out of my mind.
I slowly walked toward the staircase, looking side to side, rather calmly if I do say so myself.
"Hello?" I called again, my voice still trembling. Why was my voice trembling again? I'm not scared!
Although, in reality...
No, there's no reason to be worried.
I realized I was hesitating to go up the stairs.
"Oh boy," I said to myself.
I set foot upon the stairs.
At that moment, I heard footsteps. I froze in my awkward almost-walking-up-the-huge-staircase position.
I started to sweat as the sound came closer and closer to the staircase.
I swear I closed my eyes for a second until curiosity got the best of me and I looked...
Nobody was there...
Now I was scared, as thoughts began to race through my mind, making my somewhat-calm mood to a what-the-fudge-is going-on mood
Where am I?
Who was that?
What's going on?
Is my mind playing tricks on me?
Am I going insane?
No.
I reluctantly walked up the staircase.
I reached the fork in the road. I had to make a choice.
But how?
I felt an urge to go left...
So I did.
Don't judge me.
Let's just say I think right was better.