I don’t know how long I’ve been here in this house, I don’t know if its been days, weeks, months. All I know is I’m trapped in this frighteningly sweet house, I guess if i had been here a shorter time I would have described it as ghostly and disturbing. But I guess my mind has been changed by my experience here. How did I get to this dark house you say? Well if I tell you don’t got running for the hills.

I was running down a dark old street when I tripped and fell. All I saw, when i fell down; was a dark shadow that kind of looked a bit like a man. Thats it. The next thing I saw was a grey, dreary room. It took me a while to get my eyes focused on one object. The object interested me in my little world of confusion and despair. When I finally got my eyes to focus, I looked around. The room looked like it was styled with old english furniture. Except all black, the only light you could see was the light through a window, you could tell that it was cloudy from the light that came in the window.

“What a ghastly looking room!” I whispered

In that instant a voice shot through the air out of nowhere.

“What?!?! Don’t you like my room for you?” said a echoing males voice later, echoing laughing.

I sat there frozen, Not budging. A cold shiver went through me.

“Awwwwwwww!!!! Is the little princess Sarah scared?!?!”

Then like mist a man shot to my face!

“Boo!” he said

I ran across the room and shot out of the room, behind me i could hear his running steps and him saying ‘Wait! I’m not going to hurt you!’

I grabbed anything I could from the hallway I was proceeding through, I found a sword  on a little table, “Perfect!”, I said in a mishcevious way.

I could here the man getting closer, In a matter of seconds I had grabbed the weapon and swung my body around with the sword straight and the level of my shoulders almost touching the man’s chest, he had obviously stopped just in time.

“Come on we aren't playing dead or alive are we?” he said sarcastically

His voice I recognised, But from where I had no clue.

“WHERE AM I ?!!?” I screamed

He disappeared and showed up again behind me. placing his mouth close to my ear he whispered softly.

“Your new home.”

I swung around again, but he was nowhere to be seen. I was alone and scared in a place, It wasn't the hallway! It looked like a living room. I don't know how; but i was there!

I started thinking of a way out, I was more scared  than I had ever been before. I started going around to the windows. The windows were misty and grey. I tried pushing them up and down, but no movement. Just before I banged the window, I heard a voice.

“ You won’t get out that way.” Said the voice of the man who had trapped me here.

He was right, I hit the glass as hard as I could, the window felt like bricks. I screamed, not because I hurt my hand but because I was confused and fed-up.

“Ok! Ok!; Why have you put me here?!?!” Came calmly out of my mouth with a hint of anger, while I turned around and looked at the man that was hovering in the air on the other side of the room.

He was dressed in black pants with ripps at the bottom, A black long formal shirt with points at the front of the shirt, black boots with buckles that crumpled his pants, black messy styled hair and his cloths were styled just like the house, old english.

“Oh!!!! How rude of me; I haven’t introduced myself!” Said the man hovering close to my face. “Damian! Damian King of the DARK UNKNOWN!!!!!!”

“ You serious??” I said with an unimpressed tone.

“No dead serious, I don’t know what i’m king of! My father …..

I didn’t wait around for the rest of his answer, within a flash I had ran passed him and around another corner across the room and into another corridor. I heard in the background the var away yell of Damian say “YOU wanna play?!! Alright! Lets play!” The way he said this got eviler as he said it.

For the next hour I would be running through passageways, broken old doors, long hallways that seemed to go forever. Damian was having fun, he was always a second behind me or in front of me. there would be slamming doors, things falling under my feets to make me trip, screams, evil laughs, joking laughs. Damian would say things like ‘Look out’ or ‘Watch your head!’.

Even though I was scared out of my mind, I felt comfort. I felt safe but I didn’t know it at the time.

I eventually got away from Damian. I don’t understand how because he knows everything that happens in this house and who is in it. I found myself in another dark room.

“Blank!” I whispered “Why is this room empty?” I wondered how many rooms in this mansion where empty. I started to walk outside of the room into of course another hallway, I walked three steps forward and turned right. Standing in front of another door I went in. This room was a library. Book Stands as high as the ceilings were standing in front of me with all the wisdom they held, I got really excited. I didn’t know which book to read. I ran around for what seemed hours collecting books and reading them, as many as I could.

“Knock!! knock!!!” echoed from the other side of the room

It scared the living daylights out of me! I slowly got of the pile deliciously comfy of pillows I found and was walking towards the door. Without a warning Damian came flying into the room with a tray of steaming dinner. “Thought you might be hungry! so i made this for you!” He said extremely excited handing me the tray.

“Wait!; You... brought..me dinner! Aren't you the one that trapped me here in this house, scaring the living daylights out of me!”

“Yep! sure am, but even I get hungry and i’m immortal, but your mortal so you must get really hungry.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

And again without a warning Damian was gone.

I ate, Read and slept for the next couple of hours. There was nothing but the ticks of clocks to entertain my ears, as someone who loved music this was very dull. So I went walking through passageways, long corridors,  thousands of doors, and dark hallways. The thought of mystery danced in my mind as I wondered what the walls of this mansion would have stored in their memory of ages passed.

I walked for hours without a sight of movement, sounds of creaking as I walked. For some strange reason I felt — at peace, happy. But how could i feel safe in a place of darkness? maybe I've misunderstood this place, maybe, theres an unknown story that isn't as bad as everyone thinks about this gloomy place. A whisper like blundering wind swirled the pile of thoughts from my fantasising mind. I followed the voice, sneaking all the way tillIi reached a wall where the sound was coming from. What!!! A wall that was talking, no! it can’t be. I later noticed a little door, I sneaked in hoping not to be noticed. Hiding behind a full length mirror I heard damian talking to a face, IN THE WALL!! ‘makes sense’ I thought shrugging my shoulders.

“What will I do with her?” said Damian with a sad caring voice, he was sitting down on a leg rest with his face in his palms.

“Why are you asking me? I’m a copy of you Idiot!” said a calving in the wall, he looked exactly like Damian except he moved around in the walls like he was part of the wall, like a moving picture but wood.

Shooting up and slowly walking Damian said “Well, I feel horrible keeping her here! she’s been here for 2 years, but she hasn't gotten older” excited Damian got a thought, “just like me, maybe she can help! maybe she is the one! The book says, a girl will enter the house in walking sleep and sleep for 1 and a half years. And she will wander the house for 26 weeks and then be the answer to your souls deep wish!”

Thoughts were swirling around my head. Is that how long i've been here? What happend while I was sleeping? how did I get here? where is my my family? Did; I ; have; a family?

A  sadness like never before hovered over me! I felt like screaming, running far far away, why did I ever run away? why did I ever go down that backstreet? I felt hopeless, distraught, absolutely lost. I forgot where I was and stumbled to my knees bumping into the standing mirror and knocking it over, crashing and the sound of shattering glass permanently repeating in my ears.

Drawing all the attention to my pitiful state. Damian and the wall character both staring at me in disbelief.

“S-Sarah! What are you”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!” I screamed interrupting Damian. Damian staring at me with a confusing and sad look in his face and eyes. Before he could say any more, I ran getting myself lost in the never ending hallways.

“What have I done?” Damian wisped “How could I have done this! How could I be so selfish to take her here to this dark house?” Now Damian was ripped up and mournful. He flew to another part of the house then bursting into another room and flying to a balcony and grabbing  and leaning onto the pure white railing.

“Why have I done this!” “I need to find a way out for her, If I can’t get out, I need to find away out for her!” a little more happier he thought of what the book said. He remembered a part of a chapter he had read, it said if he was willing to stay in the house forever, he could let 1 person out of the house.The rain was pouring down onto Damien as if his mood controlled the weather. Damian was so worked up he had fallen asleep on the balcony.

While Damian was on the balcony, I was trying to find a way out again. Windows, doors and other pathways.

“How can i get out of here?”