A small, rather robust silhouette scurried across the road. “Hey, hey I’h was lookin for ya!” Dave shouted into the empty street that lay in front of him. “Hey I don’t know where ya’s gone but you keep running ins front of me. So...”
He saw it and started running. He turned down a path. The silhouette appeared again, this time close to him, but despite how close it was, it was still 2D and hovering. Dave could just work out that it was, it was a child. It chuckled and shot off into the distance.
He followed it in to a bungalow. It was old, wooden and recently abandoned. It was just one room basically, with just a fire place and a shelf with just five books on. He walked over to the books. Three of the books where children’s books, and they were ripped, but the other two in the middle were called, “Go Now!” and “Baby don’t go!” but someone had crossed of the “don’t”. Dave picked up “Go Now!” but it wouldn’t budge so he pushed it down. The solid wall slid across revealing long, very long stairs. A cool shudder trickled down his spine.
It was not what he expected, rather than a cold stone cellar, it was a grand atrium filled with red fabric. It was an like an underground mansion. Glancing around nervously, he saw solemn portraits staring at him from behind layers of dust and cobwebs. Being underground it dark, just a lit fireplace gave light which was casting eerie shadows on the walls. As Dave walked forward, he couldn’t help but feel that someone was following him. Whirling around and uncertainly saying “hello”, he saw nothing but the empty room and the faces in the portraits staring at you. 'Turn back' they seem to say, but he swallowed a nervous gulp and continued deeper into the dark house...
