Haunted House--Entry #8 ~~ Once Upon A Dance. Proud but still weak, barely escaping the last room, Sophias mind began to wonder if shed ever regain the freedom she sought after. Shed lost count of how many rooms shed had to endure and how many were ahead--she didnt want to think of the possibility. So consumed in her quest for freedom, that she hadnt yet really looked around this God forsaken house of hell. As she stood there, waiting, hoping just trying to breath, something caught her eye. It was a /large/ skeleton key. It was in the keyhole of a door, that was barely visible, hidden behind layers of dust and cobwebs. The old door, had a single word carved into its core. Basement. Sophia ran her cut fingers along the words and stopped suddenly when she heard a faint cry for help. Hello? the small voice begged, Is someone there? Sophia--furrowed her brows and curled her fingers around the knob. No. No! She pulled the key from its lock and ran toward the exit, refusing to be tricked into another endless room and its mindgames. The blonde unlocked the door and almost threw herself outside onto the front yard. The storm clouds were gone. Infact, it looked as though it had never dropped a sprinkle of rain. She turned around and the house was there but it looked different, inviting. As did the yard of elegantly dressed people, who hadnt been there hours ago, when Sophia dashed through it, seeking shelter from the rain. The blonde looked down to find herself in a beautiful yellow gown, no longer, dirty or bloody, she was clean, a vision of elegance, angel like almost. The weight of the house seemingly lifted from her shoulders as a woman approached her and extended her hand, leading Sophia out onto the dance floor. A dance floor. It felt more like home than anything. Sophia was a dancer, this was where she loved to be. Her hips gently swayed to the music, and her ears caught the laughter of everyone around her. It was a scene from a dream, a beautiful dream. But sometimes the most beautiful things, can also be the most disturbing. Laughing. Drinking. Talking. This was some kind of ball in her honor. A smile forced its way onto her lips for a mere moment as she was taken in by the scene but then it dawned on her. This couldnt be. Something wasnt right. No, no this had to be some kind of trick. The houses last attempt on her life. The house had been a beast, a horrible, deadly monster set on taking the very soul of everyone who stepped inside. Before Sophia had any more time to think about it, she was whisked into the arms of a man, dancing around the floor in a way she never had before. Her hues gazed upon him momentarily--and she noticed his ears, pointed, the outline of his skeletal ribs though his shirt. And as he spun her in the most elegant way, she caught glimpses of everyone else. They werent human. None of them were. Dancing had been her dream since she was little. And now, now they were taking her dream and turning it into her death. Sophia wouldnt allow it. The first man spun her with ease into the arms of another. A stronger male, who made her feel as though her feet werent on the ground, she glided across the dancefloor like skates on ice, a pure expression of beauty. But how to stop it? How to end this--nightmare? Soon it would be too late. It couldnt end this way. Not after /everything/ shed fought through inside that house. Sophia managed to dance out of his arms and made her way, over to one of the tables. She stood close to the nearby candles, that were glowing brightly, illuminating the floor beneath them all. Reaching behind her, the blonde curled her polished fingers around a candle stick--the man shed previously danced with, cunningly grinning at her, gliding toward her with an outstretched hand. It was now or never. Time to fight the beast. Time to end this house once and for all. NO! she shouted, slapping his hand away with her free one. Sophia tossed the magical, burning candlestick at the house, watching as it slowly began to catch fire, to burn. Everything inside turning to ashes. Sophias breath came and went as she turned to face the demonic beautiful dancers behind her. THIS ISNT REAL! she bellowed, the fire growing behind her, as she grabbed the record player from its stand and gave a final scream tossing it into the dancing flames that were burning the house of horrors. As the music stopped, the dancers faded one by one. The only sound she heard was the cracking of burning wood. Looking down, Sophia was back in her dirty clothes, her fingers were no longer polished, her hair was matted and tangled again, blood stained her body and her adrenaline ran high. She backed away slowly, making sure nothing else would come. The house fell piece by piece, nail by nail. I survived. she mumbled aloud, wiping away tears that were falling from her relieved eyes. Once Sophia was sure there was no hope left for the house, she turned around, spotting the road nearby. Her legs carried her as fast as they could, to the concrete path. She walked her arms folded across her front, blanketing herself for comfort as strolled along, seeking refuge. Unwilling to look back, unwilling to remember. Beauty had killed the beast.
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 18:31:33 +0000
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