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Hey there, guys! Sorry for not updating, I kinda forgot about this fic and I've been busy. But I'm almost done with everything, and this fic should be completed soon.
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Where was I? How did I get here? I was in a totally dark and dusty room with cracking floorboards.
The smell of mothballs was slowly sweeping over me.
I pinched myself. I felt the sharp little jab of pain.
This wasn't a dream! Calm down... Calm down.
I began to panic as I couldn't remember my name. I nearly jumped out of my skin as the rotting, old door slammed against the wooden wall.
The dusty window was broken, as if a baseball had been hurled through it. Lightning flashed outside. I heard the rain pounding against the roof of the room. The cracks in the ceiling began to drip water. I then came to my senses, trying to keep cool, when I noticed once again, I had a book in my hand. I quickly flipped through it. The boy in the book hadn't been named! And I was in a dark dusty bedroom.
I began to panic once again as I realized that I was in the same settings that the book was. The boy moved to the door, twisting the knob, and entering the next room of the dark house. I suddenly got up from the bed, without controlling myself!
"Hey!" I shouted weakly. I twisted the knob of the door, and entered the next room of the house. I had no idea what was going on, but as I slowly came to my senses, I realized what I had read came true! I slammed the book shut.
If I was ever going to get out of here, I couldn't let myself be controlled by the book. I mean, who knew what would happen to the boy in the book. He might never escape!
I dropped the book to the floor and moved to the next room. It was a dark hallway, only the floor was visible. The floor was arranged in a checkerboard pattern, and it seemed to stretch on forever. I suddenly saw something move, over at the north end of the room.
I ran across the checkerboard tiles, stepping on the tiles two at a time. I was determined to find out where I was. And how I could get out. I then suddenly felt a whoosh of air, as I fell through a trapdoor. I landed on a hardwood floor. I felt a sharp pain as I landed on my arm. I slowly moved it, wincing a bit, to inspect the damage. I had a bruise, but that was all. I sighed, thankful that I hadn't broken it. I then moaned, as I realized I had left the book upstairs!
I instantly regretted it. I mean, what if the book had turned out with a happy ending. I then had to cope with the fact that I would probably never find out.