Dreams

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A girl – with short, dark brown hair, pale skin, dark brown eyes. Wearing shorts, shirt and sneakers - skidded down the hall of her large house. Her breathing short as she continued running, looking for a place to hide. The number's counting down. She thought of some good places, but they weren't... good enough. She needed to win. She wanted to win. A voice that was slowly fading continued to count down.

20... 19... 18... 17...

Sixteen seconds left. She needed to find somewhere to hide.

14... 13... 12... 11...

Ten seconds. She was running out of time. She ran past various doors, ran up and down stairs. But skidded to a stop as she saw an unfamiliar door. Its frame was slightly rusted, the door was dusty, and the floorboards were too dusty.

5... 4...

Running out of time she slipped inside. Closed the door quietly. She walked further into the room. The room was filled with dusty furniture. Large, empty bookshelves along the walls. A large desk stood in the center of the room.

3...

2...

She hastily crawled under the desk, the floor creaking as she did so.

1...

The floorboards slipped under her and she squeaked as she fell through a dark whole. Hitting the ground in no time. She looked around the dark room. She looked up from where she came in from. There was no light.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She whipped her head in front of her to find a face smiling at her.

"Ready or not. Here. I. Come."