Spider threads caught on her face, a sign that no-one had been there yet. She treads lightly forward into the dark and murky mansion that had been abandoned for many years, with me in tow. We did stumble into a few rats and other pests you wouldn't want to find crawling around your home, but we slowly progressed on undeterred. I admit I was disappointed that none of the stumbles we met had phased her. Not even a little. Any normal girls I knew would have started screaming at every little grime they set foot upon but she just pushed it aside like it's a normal thing.
"Are you sure it's around here?"
It took me a while that the question was directed at me.
"Um, yeah. Sure," I pointed at the red squiggly line on the map."It says to turn left near the end of this corridor."
The map was just for show, though. None of the signs, lines or descriptions on the given map made sense. The reasons were simple. It was made that way. I was winging it. Took me only half an hour to draw up such a ridiculous map and I was relieved that I was asked to lead using the map instead of her.
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General FictionA compilation of starters. Most aren't even completed yet due to writer's block but eh...It's something at least
