Chapter Two: Trapped
Velma slowly awoke to the next day. She had been drifting in and out of sleep for about an hour. Fumbling around blindly on the cabinet beside her bed, she reached for her glasses and put them on, peering at the clock.
"10:15?!"
She groaned loudly, wondering why nobody had bothered to wake her up.
The next thing Velma noticed was how dark it was; there should have been a curtain-less window in her hotel room. She sat up in bed, blinking. Still too lazy to actually look around, she realised she was still in her daytime clothes - orange turtleneck, red skirt, and orange stockings. Shrugging, she stepped out of bed into her shoes and opened her eyes fully for the first time.
The room she found herself in - if it could be called a 'room' at all - was a dark, grimy hole, completely bare of any decorations, windows, or furnishings besides her bed, and the only light filtered through from behind it. She ran forwards to examine the wall there, then followed the obvious crack to the floor, lifting up the rug to discover it encompassed the entire bed. Someone had turned this section of the wall around, complete with half the floor and herself. She wouldn't have minded betting that there was an identical but Velma-less bed on the other side of the wall in her place.
She pushed hard against the wall around the bed, trying to force it to turn, but did this in vain. She decided it must be turned by a powerful mechanism underneath the rooms, so it would be hopeless to try pushing the wall by yourself.
Feeling like an animal in a cage, she started hammering on the wall, and shouted for help. After a few minutes she slid down and sat on the bed, guessing either the wall was soundproof, or nobody was around to hear her.
Hopelessly, Velma got up and started searching the walls and the floor for a button, or a pulley, or anything that might turn the bed back to the hotel room behind.
She lifted back a dirty old brown curtain which hung over the wall, and was faced with the exact thing she had hoped for - a lever.
"Jinkeys! I've done it!" she exclaimed gleefully, yet as she pulled it, a nagging voice in the back of her mind warned her that it was too easy...
Before she realised what had happened, the floorboards had opened up beneath her.
'Way to go, Velma,' she thought after the initial shock, as she fell straight into another trap.
*typey-types to get the next chapter up ASAP*
Velma slowly awoke to the next day. She had been drifting in and out of sleep for about an hour. Fumbling around blindly on the cabinet beside her bed, she reached for her glasses and put them on, peering at the clock.
"10:15?!"
She groaned loudly, wondering why nobody had bothered to wake her up.
The next thing Velma noticed was how dark it was; there should have been a curtain-less window in her hotel room. She sat up in bed, blinking. Still too lazy to actually look around, she realised she was still in her daytime clothes - orange turtleneck, red skirt, and orange stockings. Shrugging, she stepped out of bed into her shoes and opened her eyes fully for the first time.
The room she found herself in - if it could be called a 'room' at all - was a dark, grimy hole, completely bare of any decorations, windows, or furnishings besides her bed, and the only light filtered through from behind it. She ran forwards to examine the wall there, then followed the obvious crack to the floor, lifting up the rug to discover it encompassed the entire bed. Someone had turned this section of the wall around, complete with half the floor and herself. She wouldn't have minded betting that there was an identical but Velma-less bed on the other side of the wall in her place.
She pushed hard against the wall around the bed, trying to force it to turn, but did this in vain. She decided it must be turned by a powerful mechanism underneath the rooms, so it would be hopeless to try pushing the wall by yourself.
Feeling like an animal in a cage, she started hammering on the wall, and shouted for help. After a few minutes she slid down and sat on the bed, guessing either the wall was soundproof, or nobody was around to hear her.
Hopelessly, Velma got up and started searching the walls and the floor for a button, or a pulley, or anything that might turn the bed back to the hotel room behind.
She lifted back a dirty old brown curtain which hung over the wall, and was faced with the exact thing she had hoped for - a lever.
"Jinkeys! I've done it!" she exclaimed gleefully, yet as she pulled it, a nagging voice in the back of her mind warned her that it was too easy...
Before she realised what had happened, the floorboards had opened up beneath her.
'Way to go, Velma,' she thought after the initial shock, as she fell straight into another trap.
*typey-types to get the next chapter up ASAP*