The Misadventure

Chapter 3

Plush carpet covered the floors, muffling already light footsteps as I made my way around the mansion. It was a rich bloody color, somewhere between red and black but remaining a solid colour at the same time. The walls were more of a creme color. White frames surrounded the colorful doors, and each knob glinted as I passed.

The halls stretched endlessly. I would glance away for a mere moment to look at a door, and when I would look back, the hall was surely longer then it had been before. Several more doors had appeared at the end of the hallway, and yet I could still make out the end of it, where white curtains hung over a seemingly blank wall. The curtain rods, like everything else in this place, glinted in the light.

I had a door in the mansion. Two, actually. I had designed both of the doors by myself, and had been quite proud by how they looked. It hadn't payed off as much as I hoped, however. Both of my doors had only been visited very few times.

Still, I liked what the stories I had created behind those doors. A whole new world was available when you stepped through a door, and mine were realistic while remaining entertaining at the same time, I liked to think. Be positive, at least they had been visited. It was better than not being visited at all.

Suddenly, I was stopping and staring at a door. It near mine, so they were similar in some way or another. The door itself wasn't all that eye catching. I examined it, trying to figure out why I had stopped.

Ah, that was it.

The author who had created this door was one of the few people who had been in my door. They had left me notes at they had progressed, always interested in what was going to happen next and encouraging. I really ought to go through and reply to their notes, or maybe even talk to them...

I lingered at the door a moment longer, gazing at the name and willing it to burn into my mind.

Bloxiegirl123.

Later, when I slipped out of my door and closed it behind me, I thought briefly to their door. Maybe I could check it out? I had just finished going through all the notes she had left, responding to the ones I could actually manage to come up with a decent answer to. I may have had a decent door according to Bloxiegirl123, but my communication skills remained a bit rusty. Thoughts of actually finding her and talking to her had been banished when I had stared at a note for a good long time, struggling on how to phrase my response.

People were difficult.

Still, it wouldn't hurt to at least walk that way again. I'm sure there are some other doors over there that are worth checking out, apart from hers. She has a topic similar to mine, I would probably enjoy hers and a few others over there. I think we had the same characters.

My feet moved without my permission, taking me away from my familiar corner of the mansion. When I glanced back, my door had moved farther away and other doors had appeared. I walked on, hopefully walking in the direction of her door. If I remembered where it was, that is.