Drabbles

A Conversation With The Past

[•] A School Assignment [•]

        Shoes tapped against the wooden floors of this eerie manor. The light was dim inside as moonlight shimmered through grimey, broken windows. The air was cool but musty in this place. Boards creaked and groaned as the old building shifted on its own. A laugh rumbled in the figure's chest as they descended from the stairs, another shape stood alone in the foyer looking confused. "How's life going for you?" A female voice called from the stairs, her body leaning against the inner rail, a crooked grin upon her face. "Wha-?" The other stuttered looking around dazed and confused. "I uh? Y-yeah??" the slightly younger female spoke with uncertainty, scratching at the back of her neck. "That's good, but terribly boring things are to come my dear." The older female giggled putting a hand to her lips. Before the younger could reply the older continued on, "I must say I sincerely hope you appreciate being able to physically be at school since soon a horrible life awaits you and I." The older hummed with a thin, far from sane smile. The younger flinched slightly, what did that mean? "What are you talking about?" The younger asked swiftly all fear and unease forgotten. "I'm talking about being homeschooled for the rest of the year." The older chimed with a click of her tongue. "That-" The younger started "Can't be a good idea?" The older giggled "How-" "How did I know that? Simple my dear, I am you... you are me!" The older laughed. "But-" "We're simply from different times." The older one hummed with amusement. "Shame I couldn't tell you too much else it might mess with our heads. All I can tell you my dear is that it will not be as fun as you first perceived." The older of the two laughed as she raised a hand back to her lips. The younger was all simply confused. "It's a sad lie when you're left to your thoughts and slowly degrading sanity!" The older sang before letting out a hearty cackle.
        The manor was dim, always had been. It was born from an imaginative mind who loved abandoned eerie buildings. A nonexistent place which floated in the plain of the mind's eye. Where two souls who'd soon share the same curse conversed.

"Time is up my dear, shall we all fade back into our mundane existence?"

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