Jett was the first to open his eyes, he was the first to escape the involuntary sleep caused by a young female apparition. Slowly, he sat up, his arms shaking and threatening to break at the pressure of his fragile body. The joints in his neck cracked as he turned his head to check on the girls lying beside him. Both girls were motionless, except for the discrete rise and fall of their chests.
He nodded slightly, "they need their sleep more than I do." He spoke quietly to no one in particular.
"They sure do," answered a delicate, sweet sounding voice. Jett once again turned to the girls and saw they were both still stuck in their memory. Jett turned, scanning the dark room for anyone else he could see, but like he expected he saw nothing, but instead heard the soft singing in that same delicate voice. It called to him, much like the allure of a Siren's' call to sailors. He debated silently in his mind, he wanted to follow the voice and see where it took him, but he could not leave the girls alone. They all came with him or they all stay where they are. "Come with me, Jett. Leave the girls and come with me," stated the same voice, but with a bit of song put into it.
The soft song was like sugar on his tongue, it made Jett want more. It worked its way into his mind and body, dancing gracefully; surrounding him in a white, sparkling mist that pulled at his ripped clothes until he slowly and reluctantly stood, following the gentle singing. As he followed the sound, leaving the two girls further and further behind him, his steps became more and more sure. He wandered deeper into the depths of The House, the song pulling him into darker, unknown areas.
He could sense the shape of the house change behind him and he got a sickening, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew in the back of his damaged mind that he wouldn't be able to find the girls. Jett stopped suddenly stumbling over a broken chair, the wood splintering and cutting his leg; he fell face first into a gruesome mix of dirt, blood, entrails, and maggots. Carefully he slowly pushed himself up and stared into the blackness, the song buzzed in the back of his mind, but the thought of the girls being left alone muffled the song. Shakily, he pushed himself up into a standing position, turning away from the direction the song was leading him. He stumbled down the dark corridor, drunkenly almost. The song fading from his mind at the thought of the two girls alone in their nightmarish slumber. As he staggered along the hallway for what seemed like ages to his exhausted mind, the hallway got narrower; closing in on him until it became nothing but a slim passage, shortening his breath and pressing him in on himself. His mind immediately went to his remaining friends, and if they were crushed by this sudden change. That thought spurred him into action and he kept pushing through. After what seemed like hours of labor and tight space the walls suddenly fell away and he landed face first in an open room. The open room resembled the one he left the girls in, but upon searching the room they were nowhere to be found.