Scott stormed through the building in a small rage. He knew he was the youngest, but still! The whole building was changing yet he was oblivious to his surroundings. The floor wasn't greenish back but a dark, dark red and black checkered tile. The walls weren't wooden with checkered tiles anymore, but a dark rotting brown with actual rot and decay. The halls also weren't as narrow and there were off white, with a hint of yellow, stars hanging above. The ceiling was black as well.
The drawings were old as well, but mostly untouched or ripped by something. He slowed to a stop, realizing he was in a different part of the building than where the others were. "I'm alone..." He whispered to himself in slight horror. They had agreed not to wander off by themselves because the building was so old and didn't look stable.
"But everything doesn't look to be falling apart..." He said aloud as he trailed his fingers lightly across the wall as he walked. There were a few party tables that were worn with age and centuries rotten food. "It looks like whatever happened here, people were in a hurry..." He whispered. Because there were chairs strewn about and food still on plates and forks and spoons in positions where it looked like someone dropped them. Just what happened here? He asked himself.
There was a creak of old floorboards and he whirled around and asked, "W-who's there?"
To be continued...
