08-30-2016, 01:23 AM
Mei hesitated, reaching out to close the oddity of a door. "I guess we could do that... I'm sure whoever lives here will understand why we're here." She passed by the table and set down the tape player. "Just let me wash up."
She made her way into the hallway, briefly glancing over at the stairs leading upwards before finding the bathroom. The room was barely large enough for anyone to really use it, although it would work for one night. She sat on the toilet, staring in confusion at the medicine cabinet that was hanging at both a 90 degree to the wall and parallel to it. Two of them to be exact. She could understand the weird cloning security measure with the door, but this was a cabinet. In the bathroom. What?
After flushing the toilet, she moved up to the sink, having to lean over to the side to reach the knob without bumping into the cabinet that was sticking out of the wall. As she washed her hands, she noticed another tape by the sink. She frowned, drying her hands before picking it up. Most likely, it was the next part of that strange house-related psychology lecture she was wondering about. However, as much as she wanted to see what else the man wanted to talk about, she couldn't help but feel suspicious; why were these tapes even laying around in the first place? One tape? That's normal. Two? Strange, but it could just be a coincidence. Three? That's just too improbable to believe-- especially when they're each in a different room almost as if they were left there on purpose.
She stared at the recording for a while before deciding that it could wait. Picking it up, she returned to the living room and left the recording with the player. "You sure you want the first night watch?"
The karate cop shrugged. "Don't worry about it, miss. I can handle it."
Mei nodded and returned to the staircase. She ascended, fumbling around in the dark for the master bedroom. Once she found it, she entered into it. If there was a way to make a bedroom creepy, it was going on here; dark red wallpaper and flooring, pictures of mouths and teeth (seriously, who would want to look at that while they try to fall asleep?), minimal lighting, and a huge painting of a hag sitting on a sleeping man's chest lining the wall behind the bed. As she stared at the room, the only thing she could think of was... why?
Nope. No way she was sleeping here. She backed out into the hallway and poked around further for another bedroom. Thankfully, she found one nearby. Sure, it was very sparsely furnished, but at least it didn't make her feel like she was sleeping inside something's mouth. She settled into the bed, staring up at the ceiling because the only other things to look at were either a painting of two dog skeletons fighting and repeatedly glitching in and out of the wall or the darkness beyond.
Needless to say, she found it very difficult to fall asleep.
When she awoke, the first thing she noticed was that the ceiling was leaking some sort of clear substance. ...Was that saliva? She rolled out of bed, dodging a drop of the suspicious liquid and running over to the window. Looking out, she couldn't tell how long she had slept-- to be honest, it didn't even seem like she had slept at all.
This place didn't seem safe anymore. She needed to get the others.
She made her way into the hallway, briefly glancing over at the stairs leading upwards before finding the bathroom. The room was barely large enough for anyone to really use it, although it would work for one night. She sat on the toilet, staring in confusion at the medicine cabinet that was hanging at both a 90 degree to the wall and parallel to it. Two of them to be exact. She could understand the weird cloning security measure with the door, but this was a cabinet. In the bathroom. What?
After flushing the toilet, she moved up to the sink, having to lean over to the side to reach the knob without bumping into the cabinet that was sticking out of the wall. As she washed her hands, she noticed another tape by the sink. She frowned, drying her hands before picking it up. Most likely, it was the next part of that strange house-related psychology lecture she was wondering about. However, as much as she wanted to see what else the man wanted to talk about, she couldn't help but feel suspicious; why were these tapes even laying around in the first place? One tape? That's normal. Two? Strange, but it could just be a coincidence. Three? That's just too improbable to believe-- especially when they're each in a different room almost as if they were left there on purpose.
She stared at the recording for a while before deciding that it could wait. Picking it up, she returned to the living room and left the recording with the player. "You sure you want the first night watch?"
The karate cop shrugged. "Don't worry about it, miss. I can handle it."
Mei nodded and returned to the staircase. She ascended, fumbling around in the dark for the master bedroom. Once she found it, she entered into it. If there was a way to make a bedroom creepy, it was going on here; dark red wallpaper and flooring, pictures of mouths and teeth (seriously, who would want to look at that while they try to fall asleep?), minimal lighting, and a huge painting of a hag sitting on a sleeping man's chest lining the wall behind the bed. As she stared at the room, the only thing she could think of was... why?
Nope. No way she was sleeping here. She backed out into the hallway and poked around further for another bedroom. Thankfully, she found one nearby. Sure, it was very sparsely furnished, but at least it didn't make her feel like she was sleeping inside something's mouth. She settled into the bed, staring up at the ceiling because the only other things to look at were either a painting of two dog skeletons fighting and repeatedly glitching in and out of the wall or the darkness beyond.
Needless to say, she found it very difficult to fall asleep.
When she awoke, the first thing she noticed was that the ceiling was leaking some sort of clear substance. ...Was that saliva? She rolled out of bed, dodging a drop of the suspicious liquid and running over to the window. Looking out, she couldn't tell how long she had slept-- to be honest, it didn't even seem like she had slept at all.
This place didn't seem safe anymore. She needed to get the others.
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