She'd lived in that house all her life and knew every crease in the wallpaper, every scuff on the skirting boards and every faint stain on the carpets by heart. There wasn't an inch of the old place without some kind of story attached to it and yet she found herself standing in front of a hallway she'd never seen before.
The carpet flowed through as if there had always been a hallway between the guest room and main bathroom when she knew for a fact that it had just been a wall that morning. There were several doors on either side and all them were ajar.
She'd barely taken one step forward and into the newly discovered area when she heard somebody sigh behind her. It was as if several people had been stitched together, rather haphazardly and recently at that. The blood between their stitches still glistened in the low light ad all of their heads gently shook at her.
One of them, presumably the one who sighed, stage whispered to her "You're not supposed to be here, you're supposed to be asleep when we come out. What are you doing?" to which her dazed and rather put-off response was: "Well it's my house, you see, and I don't seem to recall this hallway being he-"
Three hands were raised in unison and her mouth shut with a sharp click. They slowly pushed her away and tottered forward, collapsing and splitting back into several mildly wounded individuals as soon as they passed the unseen threshold.
She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and when she opened them again - they were all gone.
The carpet flowed through as if there had always been a hallway between the guest room and main bathroom when she knew for a fact that it had just been a wall that morning. There were several doors on either side and all them were ajar.
She'd barely taken one step forward and into the newly discovered area when she heard somebody sigh behind her. It was as if several people had been stitched together, rather haphazardly and recently at that. The blood between their stitches still glistened in the low light ad all of their heads gently shook at her.
One of them, presumably the one who sighed, stage whispered to her "You're not supposed to be here, you're supposed to be asleep when we come out. What are you doing?" to which her dazed and rather put-off response was: "Well it's my house, you see, and I don't seem to recall this hallway being he-"
Three hands were raised in unison and her mouth shut with a sharp click. They slowly pushed her away and tottered forward, collapsing and splitting back into several mildly wounded individuals as soon as they passed the unseen threshold.
She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and when she opened them again - they were all gone.
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