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"Let me properly introduce myself." he said with a slight smile. "My name is Jaime. This is my home. You are welcome to stay here as long as you'd like."

I nodded my thanks.

We passed by a huge window. I could see that we were multiple levels up. There was a large expanse of grass and flowers.

"Whoa," I breathed out.

He grinned.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm not sure," I answered vaguely.

I couldn't decipher how i was feeling about anything at the moment. Like i was numbed to everything.

I blinked and we were in a huge kitchen.

I jumped back. "whoa, how did we get here?" i nearly shrieked it out.

"calm down," he held my shoulders. "We walked through the hallway, down the stairs and around a corner to this place."

I felt my worries about the strangeness of the situation melt.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the weird feeling.

He smiled.

An amazing smell made my mouth water.

I strode over to a pot that it arose from.

"Would you like some soup?"

"Yes please."

In an instant we were sitting at a long wooden table with steaming bowls of soup.

I gazed down at my bowl. Dragging my spoon through the soup.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"You were staying here," he mumbled.

"Oh..."

Not much for questions I guess...

A woman's shriek startled me.

I looked around. There wasn't anyone in the room except for us.

"What was that?!"

He looked up, surprised."What was what?"

"The scream! Didn't you here it?" I exclaimed, exasperated.

He shook his head. "Maybe you're tired,"He suggested.

"Yeah... Maybe" I said. Not really believing him. "Do you have a room I can stay in?"

"Of course," he said standing up. "I'll escort you."

"No," I said abruptly, putting up my hand to stop him. "I'll just find it myself."

"Oh, okay... It's just up those stairs. Last door to the right."

I nodded my thanks then made my way up the stairs.

The hallway had a dark, eerie feeling to it.

Then several screams and banging rang out from all the doors.

My pulse quickened. Fear shot through me.

I ran to the one closest to me and swung it open.

I couldn't see a thing.

I stepped back out into the hall and grabbed an oil lamp. Then came back.

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