You just needed a break. A vacation. A breather. Something simple.
What you got was Othravalelunox. A sprawling hotel connected to a castle that, according to certain very old and very unreliable sources, is over 3,000 years old. No one knows who built it. Or who's still living in it.
On floor two, you meet him: a very tall, very lost boy in a too-small pajama shirt, clutching a red bunny plush with a glowing eye. He says sorry. A lot. Then he runs away. And things only get stranger from there.
Some guests never check out. Some mirrors don't reflect you. And some staircases want to know your name. Everyone in Othravalelunox is hiding something.
Including you.
Because here, the floors remember. And not everything that remembers you... is human.
23 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
23 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
He still remembers it.
The sound of bones breaking.
The ringing.
The voices.
Their voices.
His voice.
But it shouldn't be possible. He sat in his bed, the darkness of the night making it hard to see at first. Sweat on his face- no whole body made it seem like just a bad dream.
It was just that, wasn't it?
Just a bad dream.
But why was he feeling like he was being watched? Someones, or somethings eyes on his neck. Just waiting for a moment of weakness. Waiting for Finney to let his guard down, just to snap it.
Something that only worsens it though, is that the other boys, which he had dreamed about, seem weird, strangely different than before.
Or, Finney wakes up in the past with memories of the basement, but is telling himself it was nothing but a bad dream. But, of course, it is not. Because what kind of person am I to just let him and the other grave-boys just forget?
Fair warning for this fic, English isn't my first language, so mistakes can/will happen. Secondly, some supernatural stuff will happen and will be discussed, but only in a way, that I think fits kinda in the story.
(originally posted on my AO3 MariDreamLove )