I Can And I Will

"Wh-Where am I?" I stutter still sprawled on the floor, listening to people in weird costumes exchanging whispers.

A man in a dress with a long white beard stands over me and reaches out his rough hands picking me from the ground.

"Who are you?" The man reaches to his side and grips his hand around what looks like a stick.

"Elora... Elora Lovis." Surrounding the room are shocked faces and the whispers become louder.

"Silence!" The man standing over me pulls the stick from his side pointing it towards me, A screech from a chair in front of me echos through the now silent room.

"That's Impossible" A voice commands as a man dressed in all black and pale skin approaches me and the confused man.

"That girl died 16 years ago." He whispered close to the other.