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Author: I am super close to the ending and so I have uploaded a new chapter!
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Anastasia's Pov
I slowly allowed light to enter my eyes, blinking a few times. I could feel an aching, throbbing feeling in the back of my head. Dark thick blue curtains blocked out the morning sunlight, keeping the room in relative darkness. The bedroom looked vaguely familiar with a covered mirror and dresser occupying the corner. I pushed myself off the bed and onto unsteady feet. I balance myself with the support of the wall. The wallpaper had an antique floral pattern and the corners were peeling slightly. I felt something weighing my left hand down. Chains. Metal chains shackled my left arm. Looking down to the floor, I saw a pile of metal chains, the end connected to the wall. How did I miss this before?
I immediately tugged on the metal loop embedded in the wall. I tugged, twisted, and pulled with all my strength, but it didn't budge. My heart started to pound with fear. I pressed myself against wall near the door, trying my hardest to detect any sign of sound, any sign of life. I checked the doorknob. It creaked slightly as it turned. I pushed the door out and burst into the next room, hoping to startle my captors.
It was empty. The room was empty and dark. I stood on the second floor of an abandoned building. I walked a few steps to the rusted, dusty railings, and looked down to the lower floor. Once more, this place looked familiar, yet I couldn't quite remember where. My senses were heightened with fear pumping through my blood. I quietly walked towards the staircase. Even with all my effort, I couldn't hide the sound of the creaking floorboards or the jingling of the chain hitting one another. A thick layer of dust covered the entire rug, dulling down its former brilliant emerald green color. How did I know this?
All the windows had been boarded up roughly with wood, some of the nails were jutting out. Every step I took disturbed the age old dust that drifted up into the air. I searched for the entrance of this deteriorating building. It was locked. No matter how much I pushed and pulled, it didn't move. I was locked in.
I continued on walking towards the only open hall. It opened towards a kitchen. Sweat was dripping down my forehead, down my back. I forced myself to check all the cabinets and drawers. All empty. A sharp knife was sitting on the counter. How did I miss it?
I exited the kitchen back into the main hall. There were multiple mahogany doors, each with intricate patterned etched onto them. I tried each of the doors. None of them moved, except the last. I carefully pushed it open, trembling with fear and anticipation. This room was large and unfamiliar. No windows, just a large room with portraits lining the walls leading to a giant painting covered by a black sheet sitting directly ahead of me as if it were a throne. I carefully tread down the blood red carpet as if a force was drawing me towards the hidden painting. As I walked down, I felt that I was being watched. I cast nervous glances at the old grim, tight faced portraits. They didn't move. When I reached the black cover, I hesitated. I delicately traced the folds in the sheet with my hand. I closed my eyes for a second and in one swift motion I pulled back the cover, revealing a giant mirror that nearly reached both ends of the wall.
I saw my mother and little sister standing together in the distance; in the mirror. I turned around to see if they were in the room, but it was empty, except for me. I looked back into the mirror, but they were gone. In their place stood the beast towering over me by at least a foot. I couldn't move. Its blood red eyes stared into mine. It stalked towards me like a predator. I stumbled back and hit the floor. I raised my arm up to protect myself. My hands and arms were no longer human, instead it was that of the beast. Curving black claws and jagged protruding fur. The chains had disappeared entirely, not a single sign of them. The other beast stepped through the mirror, still stalking towards me. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. I refused to look at the other beast. I could feel its thick, warm breath breathing down on me. I closed my eyes tight as I felt tears trickle uncontrollably down my face. I remembered this place now. It was my families old vacation house. I had only been here when I was very little and it was actually a very beautiful, lively house. I waited for the beast to strike, but it never came.
Everything vanished and I woke with a start, sweating and panting heavily. I had fallen asleep in one of the opera houses empty rooms. The morning light shone brightly through the sides of the curtain.
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