This moment was 'The calm before the storm'.
This moment here... in the moving elevator... destination unknown...
Within the elevator resided a singular soul... a young girl with a black red gradient hair color.
The elevator was old and dusty, the lights flickered randomly, the air was dense and stale and a slow melody played in the elevator.
The atmosphere produced was... uncomfortable, to say the least.
Creep the girl, took this moment...
The lack of noise...
The quiet...
The Peace...
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Creep was a girl who had, like mentioned before; short, dark hair with crimson ends. She had a cute face equipped with unique set of silver eyes. A pale complexion made her seem at times, like an undead corpse. She was clothed in black jeans, charcoal boots, a grey turtle neck sweater and finally and most interestingly a red hood-cape. her entire atire was worn, dirty and had a few blood stains and some wear and tear decorating its apearance.
Her name was Creep, Creep Rose... or at least this is the name she remembers.
Her memories... were disorganised and broken; missing parts and held little continuity
At times she feels her name does not belong and that it should be something different, but with her broken memory she can not find the answers hidden within her own mind.
Her memory was too inconsistent and incomplete. She remembers some of her life before waking up in a blank room. it was fragmented, broken but it still gave her something, something to remember.
At times she can remember her family. Or at least that's what she thought these people were...
A dog...
A sister...
A father...
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A mother...
Their names remained unknown to her.
But she did know this: She had awoken on the floor of an empty white room cold and confused. A voice in the shadows told her she was in The Spire... A tower that resided in another dimension different from the one she came from. It continued to tell her that if she wanted to continue the existence of her soul that she should not stay long on a floor level and use the Elevator to leave. It told her if one stayed on the same level... The Spire's Janitor would clean her from the floor. She wasn't sure what The Janitor was, but she had no desire to find out.
On top of this, The Voice told her that each floor would likely hold a danger. If she was able to avoid death and make it to the next elevator you would live and proceed to the next floor.
The Voice told her there were also others in the spire...
Others who suffer the spire's dangers...
Others who have been here longer than her...
The Voice had also happily told her that some of the other 'haunted' kill each other.
Creep had never met another haunted... and she didn't wanted too.
Creep had been through several levels, two more dangerous than the others. but on the wall of one of the dangerous levels, curiously... someone had written a guide on how to survive and escape. He called the Creatures that were set on killing Haunted... Horrors...
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Creep thought it rather simple... but it did give a straight forward message.
ding*
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The elevator had reached its destination...
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