Is This Right?

I pull up in my car to the strange building, it's crooked window and greasy texture aren't exactly the nicest look when it comes to exterior design, but hey, to each his own. The surface of the wood reflected by the evening light creates an eerie, yet relaxing effect. But in all seriousness, is this the place? I walk up to the door, and pull out my phone to check my texts for the hundredth time.

"Milo here's the address:"

This is the address, there's no denying that. I mean my friends are all good people, they wouldn't do this if they didn't think it was a good idea right? No, I trust them its going to be fine, they're doing this to help, I'm sure of it.

I'm probably overthinking all this... I knock on the door and it makes a strange noise, almost like a knocking on a hollow cardboard box, no answer. Peaking gently through the door, a small and comfortable layout of furniture spreads across my vision. A square living room with a couch hugging a wall to the right, standing in the corner left of the entrance sits a stand with a flower in a vase. A small chair made of wood sat dead center in the room, strange. A faint creak sound comes from upstairs, and a single drop of sweat climbs down my forehead.

Slowly walking forward, everything seems to be collapsing in on me, and more beads of sweat start crawling down my skin. My head starts to spin. Pain swells through my body leaving me breathless. Everything hurts and I start to feel hot, stumbling to the floor, my heads getting foggy. Grasping at straws, I pull myself off the floor and keep walking, there's a doorway in the middle of the left wall when looking forward from the houses entrance. Walking toward the door I find myself instantly grabbing the frame. Ugh, I feel sick.

The room I find myself in is a kitchen. My balance starts to fail my, and I reach out grabbing handles and opening drawers, if I could only get a drink of water, maybe my head would calm down, Finally I find a small cup in a cupboard near the ceiling. Tripping over myself I grab the edge of the sink and quickly fill the cup. Not giving it a second of thought I chug the water, The cold liquid falling down my dry throat is refreshing, calming my nerves. Everything starts coming back, the feeling of my hand against the cold plastic of the cup makes me feel better. I wipe my forehead, soaked in sweat. Finally. Some relief.

With everything coming back to me, I take a second to realize what just happened. Last time I had a breakdown like that was at least two years ago, so I don't understand why it would happen now, I feel a ghostly chill crawl up my spine. Shivering from the sudden change in atmosphere I tightly grasp the edge of the sink and the cup nervously.

Try to calm down, okay what calms me down? Video games, I like video games! That's right remember something, uh, uh.... My friends usually calm me down, no, but right now it's just stressing me out. Think, think!! Shit, I don't want to freak out again, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.... Dizzy, everything spinning, my anger stirs up with my confusion leaving me numb.

I collapse to the ground, the cup falls out of my hand and rolls toward a staircase directly in front of me. I cower in fear on the ground, but despite my cowardice, an animal like instinct to survive seems to take control and I start crawling toward the cup, looking for even an ounce of reason in any of this. My fingers seem to dig into the tile that plates the kitchen floor, every inch brings the sensation of being hit with a ten pound hammer. The second my hand grasps the cup, I take notice of a hallway that seems to be up a flight of stairs just to the left of the way I came into the kitchen. Crawling a few more inches, the hallway starts to stretch for what seems to be forever, and, I black out.

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I feel a pain, like a stab in the gut, it hurts...

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everything's reflecting my own face, why...

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I come to. How long has it been, I stagger to my feet and look out a window that lies above the sink, judging by the light, I've been out for 2 or so hours. I grab my hair and its dark strands smooth across my forehead. At least the panic has gone, Pulling myself up takes more effort than usual, But remembering why I was here, I begin to ascend the staircase that lies in front of me. Each step seems to be steeper than the last, a strange painting sits on the left wall as I ascend, on further inspection, the painting seems to be animated, almost as if I could see it moving, a knight walks up to a dragon and starts to beat it repeatedly, over and over he slashes, but the beast never dies. A sudden jolt of feeling springs up my leg, and as I catch my balance, I realize I was about to trip on the top stair.

Still slightly on my heels from the strange painting I continue, a long narrow hallway with rooms on either side and one behind me, seems to stretch on forever. My vision is almost bending to make this happen and I can't see very well. Nothing seems to make sense in this house. At least I can think a bit clearer. I open the first door on the right, it has a small number etched into the very wood itself, 1. I slowly open the door and a young lady with bright red hair stands behind the doorway, confused at what a little girl was doing waiting for me in such a place, I look behind me as if someone is going to be there. No one.

When I turn back around to look at her, there is no one in sight, and gently resting on the bed in front of me, is a letter and a silver knife. The girl is nowhere to be found, I don't bother looking for her, can't seem to figure out anything that goes on in here. Weird, I feel like I've seen her before but can't quite put my finger on it. I pick up the knife, and can't help but marvel at it's craftmanship, it looks to be a silver rapier, with flower patterns embedded on both sides of the hilt and guard. and find that it seems to fit my hand perfectly, part of me thinks I should leave the letter, but my curiosity gets the best of me, and I use it to slit open the letter.

Pulling out the piece of paper, its a poem! I love poetry, always have. Writing it always seemed to calm me down. I eagerly open it up and read in my head.

"Drowsy. is what your feeling

Heavy. your head is spinning

Stay calm. no point in screaming

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All is lost and I am here

but when you leave, I might disappear."

I wonder who wrote this, its really cool. I check all around the piece of paper but can't find a signature. Dang, if there was a signature I would love to find who wrote this. The strange eerie feeling to the house seemed to be lifted after I read that, I happily make my way to the door. Flipping the knife in the air, I decide to take it with me, a nice find. I get back in my car and drive home.