Chapter 1:
Step. Step. Step.
Pause.
What am I doing? Why am I moving?
Step. Step. Step.
Pause.
Something is urging me to the door, where a greenish light glows through the crack at the bottom. It's pulling me towards it. I am unwilling to go, yet, out of curiosity, I am.
Step. Step. Step.
The door swings open, the eerie light flooding my eyes. I walk into the room, almost blinded.
There sits a spinning wheel, sad with age, like it hasn't been used in sixteen years. The tip of the spindle gleams and I am tempted to touch it. My body moves toward it.
Step. Step. Step.
No.
I gasp. Something is wrong.
A thought pops into my head.
Don't touch the spindle. Don't.
I try to stop, but my feet keep moving, my hand steadily rising.
Step. Step. Step.
Pause.
I am right next to it, an inch away. My finger slowly aims for then spindle's tip. I try to move away, but something is stopping me.
My finger touches the point, and I collapse into a world of darkness.
