Chapter 1,The Terror Begins
Alice was running quickly, the trees flying by like cars on a road. The sky was darkening the clouds overcast and the sound of thunder rumbled through the heavens. She had no time to stop. She had to get away from the very place that had made her insane. The place was full of terror and of misery. The only way to seal her fate being the adventurous teen she made herself be, was to run. She quickly turned her head to take a final look at the place she had grown up in for all her life. She whirled back around beginning to feel dizzy. The rain began to drizzle from the somber clouds above. It quickly changed into a downpour soaking Alice's clothes. Her white linen knee socks clung to her calves like paper to glue.
The forest became denser, and it was harder to move. She began breathing heavily and her dizziness transformed into a massive headache. Her golden locks matted together because of all the precipitation. She stopped in her place and began running in a different direction. Her head swirled and her vision became blurry. She caught her skirt on one of the numerous branches hanging like outstretched arms. She continued further through the forest of madness before tripping on what appeared to be an above ground tree root.
Her stockings where caked in wet mud, and her mind was sick with confusion. Suddenly, her gaze fixated on something black. It was the shade of coal. Something seemed particularly dangerous about the thing. As she grew closer she heard the faint sound a watch ticking. "Tick", "Tick", and "Tick" she heard it muse again. The figure moved quickly, and she seemed to be attracted to it with her adventurous personality. She ran as fast she could before she came to the spot where the thing had disappeared. It was an extremely large rabbit hole.
It was dark and damp. She could fit in it and it would be just deep enough for a girl to stay the night in. She kneeled down and stuck her two feet out like dangling ropes. She shifted herself downwards slowly, making sure she reached the bottom, but all she felt was cold air. She shifted further into the hole, and still couldn't reach the bottom. She began to get worried she might get stuck in there, but it couldn't be any worse than her already dark predicament. She closed her eyes and plummeted through the hole.
Alice felt the cold sensation of free falling through the air. She gasped for breath barely able to make out where she was. Broken pieces of glass stuck out like jagged knives from the sides. She was trying not to cut herself when she noticed broken clocks were scattered through the air. She saw portraits with slashes on them. She was whirling and dodging the chaos when a squeaking rocking chair flew by the sound like nails on a chalkboard. The light above was blood red and she wanted to scream but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She saw something below through the swirling madness of objects when BAM! She felt cold.
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