Behind the Grandfather.

Posted by Rowan.

Clear, silent screams wracked the halls of the TGD mansion, reverbating off the cement walls of the domed prison-or..bedroom. Soft silver-blue light filtered in from the round window, illuminating the figure that squirmed and writhed like a caught mouse-the source of the shrieks. As abruptly as the headache-inducing noise had started, it stopped. The girl, blueish-skinned in the filtered light of the moon, shot up from her covers, gasping. Eyes wild; her toes dug into the bright white carpet, her arms spread out at her sides to warn off some invisible danger. Slightly, she relaxed.

The air in the room was crisp; fresh. It reminded her of midsummer evenings, as the breeze started to chill; the odd patting-dragging noise as bare feet wandered home on the cooling pavement, and the girlish giggles of.. friendship? Oh for the memories; to relive them; forget them. Something, something , SOMETHING to make the dreadful lonesome leave her be! Memories; they appeared only every once in a while, really. Much like Deja Vu. Hints of life before The Gory Details. Was there such a thing? After all, The Mistress had always had a bit of a problem confusing memories with dreams...

And in the way that her mind sometimes worked, there was an almost non-existent segway; a little door opening at the back of her mind. What exactly /had/ she been dreaming, only moments before? She swiped the cold sweat away from her neck and chest with an unusually hot hand-The Mistress always seemed to have a bit of an irregular body temperature. She pondered what could have made her feel so terrified, in silence, save for her usual nervous tick that happened whenever she was focusing hard. The small clicking noise at the back of her throat kept time like the seconds hand on a clock while she stood there staring blanky at her hand. At the sound of a loud SCREEECHthunk her dumbstruck appearance melted away and she whipped around to face her an instant her head was poking out, and her eyes flicked warily from side to side before she extended her foot and placed her toes on the cool hardwood.

A quiet squeak sounded as she tested her weight, rocking back and forth, and back, and forth, and then jumping through the doorway like an awesome ninja(although she preffered to think of herself as a cat, which are actually twice as stealthy as ninjas and much cuter). She advanced slowly down the hallway, carefully determining each footstep before she took it.

She stood-not so much staring as watching-before the huge grandfather clock, which may have been quite elegant-looking were it not face-down on the floor. One of her thin brows was perched quite a bit higher than the other, which gave her a rather incredulous expression. She was a little absorbed in the fact that such a sturdy, heavy object had fallen over-presumably by itself-that she didn't notice the square hollow in the wall that the fallen clock had uncovered, approximately waist-high. Such was the case that when she looked up, she was surprised to see a hole in the wall that had gone unnoticed for the whole fiften-or-so minutes she'd been standing there. Abruptly nervous, she took a few bare-footed steps towards what was probably a door. Her tongue flicked out to moisten those ever-red lips of hers nervously, and she took a few larger steps, and bent towards the black hollow, bracing herself on the fallen grandfather. Her nose met a waft of stagnant air, and she shot back quickly with a grimace, shaking her head to try and clear it of that ominous, rotten smell. Suddenly, in comparison to this tiny door, the walls of her home, The Gory Details, seemed much, much too tall; the space seemed much too open, and oddly enough, the air much too fresh. She took a swinging step over the clock and under the doorway, and found herself teetering precariously on...a rafter? She dropped to her knees and hugged the wooden beam, then stared down at what was essentially The Gory Detail's basement. Dizzying patterns of black and red made her head spin and she aquired a fear of heights that hadn't been there before. She squeezed shut her big black eyes and took a deep breath, then inched along on her hands and knees until she'd gained the courage to stand again. She balanced carefully on the rafters, swaying dangerously with each step. Somehow she reached a wall, after what seemed like ages, which for a reason probably unknown to anyone, had a ladder leaned up against it.

Lost! How could she be LOST? She hugged herself and rubbed her hands over her arms despite being severely overheated. This underground mansion was more confusing than the one that sat upon it ! The mistress began to get panicky. She spotted a single shadow every now and then, flitting against walls, watching her although it had no eyes to see with. "Piss OFF!" She finally screamed, trying to beat at the creature, person; whatever it decrepit wall where it was cast ignored her blows,along with the silouhette itself . After a few moments it came her realisation that it was her own shadow she was attempting to take out. "I give up." she decided, then brushed off her white nightgown, set her shoulders determinedly... and sat down.