You already know about the mansion, anyone who's anyone knows about the mansion. You know: tall ominous building, lightning flashing all around, no one goes in and comes out in true horror movie fashion? Yup, that one. My point is you already know about it, and you also know that I'm going in it cause how could I not? I mean, there'd be no point to this story at all if I didn't.
My point is you already know, so I'm just going to skip talking about it and go straight to talking about me instead so we can get this boring exposition crap out of the way and dive into the story as soon as humanly possible, cause I know that's what you all really want.
So, hi! I'm Zoe! I'm sixteen, but I feel a lot younger. I've got really dark brown hair done into a cute chin-length bob that curls inwards and light blue eyes that get darker closer to the pupil. My favorite outfit (which I'm wearing during this story) is a pair of overalls with a yellow t-shirt underneath. My feet are bare, because feeling the ground underneath me is the best thing ever. Well until you get stung by a bee or step on hot concrete but that's another story.
Okay, exposition over! The mansion door creeks as I open it, as all doors in horror themed crap should. Still, the squeaking is quite annoying, so I open it as quickly as possible. When I head inside (the entrance is beautiful by the way) I'm greeted by, I kid you not, an honest to donkey ghost girl.
"Hello," Says the ghost girl, her voice sounds kind of echoey and auto tuned? Meh, I won't judge. After all this is the first time I've heard a ghost talk. "I am Spooky." She finishes.
"Uh, hate to break it to ya kiddo," I cut her off. "But besides the fact that you're a ghost, a blue haired ghost might I add. Love your hair by the way, is it natural? Probably not... my point is other than that there's nothing spooky about you." I finish lamely. Yeah, being talkative and socially awkward don't mix well, as you can tell. "Oooooh!" I cut her off as she's about to speak again. "That's your name, isn't it? That makes a lot more sense. Sorry, I'm kinda dumb at times."
Spooky waits a minute before speaking, probably making sure I don't cut her off again. I don't though, and she continues. Lightning flashes and too-cliche-to-be-scary organ music plays. I look around. I don't see any speakers ... weird.
"This is my home." Spooky says, she sounds quite proud of herself. "Can you humble player-"
"Okay first of all," I interrupt for the third time. "If you knew me at all, you'd know that I'm anything but humble. I'm the most egotistical little brat you'll ever meet. Second, player? Is this some kind of game?"
"It is." Spooky sounds a bit annoyed now. I hold back my laughter. This takes the phrase "disrespecting the dead" to a whole new level. "And to win the game, you must make it through one thousand rooms, and find what's at the end. Or ... is there really an end? Because ... I don't really know."
"How could you not know?" I ask. "This is your ho-"
"Just go." This time it's her turn to interrupt, and before I can get another word in, she's gone. I shrug, adjust my backpack (forgot to mention I had that whoops) and strut off confidently. One thousand rooms? That can't be that hard ... ... ... right?
A/N: Nw that i have my braille note back and can actually read this, I'm surprised at how well it's doing with all the typos. please, if you see any point them out, it's impossible for me to catch them all with my screenreader. I'm trying to fix the ones I've found at the moment, but it'll take a while. I probably won't get around to releasing chapter 14 until i'm done with that.