Resting her head in her hands she sat and simply thought. She ahdn't been drinking the night before, she knew that, but how was it that she came to be in a place she didn't know?
"Think Sara," She mumbled to herself, out loud. "Where could you be?"
Thinking did no good, and she finally rose to her feet, her eyes finally adjusting to the almost nonexistent light. She pulled her lighter out of her pocket, striking it for the little light it would give off. The light wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
Sara brushed cobwebs out of her way, and moved slowly around the room, feeling the floor carefully with her feet, and looking for a switch to turn on the lights. After searching the room as best she could, it was apparent that the room had no electrical fixtures.
Just as her lighter was growing hot in her hand, she sighted a torch in a handle on the wall, and reached out with her lighter to light it. The torch sputtered for a moment, as if loathe to light, then burst into flame, offering much more illumination than the lighter.
She turned to get a better look at her surroundings, when she froze, staring with wide eyes at the figure of a soaking wet woman. How long she stood there and simply stared she couldn't say. The only thing her mind could register for a while was the fact that she could see, through the woman's body, the wall behind her. The woman raised her right arm, and pointed to the wall off to her right, and her mouth moved as if trying to say something.
Cautiously Sara walked across the room, looking at the wall the ghost gestured at. There was nothing remarkable about it that she could see. A couple more torches hung on the wall in holders though, so she gratefully lit them. They started reluctantly, like the first one had, but finally burst into flames. She removed one from it's holders to better examine the wall. Still, she could see nothing remarkable about it.
She turned back around to find herself again alone in the room. The ghostly figure was nowhere to be seen. The additional torches sent shadows dancing around the mostly empty room. With the exception of a picture on the wall next to the first torch, the room was empty.
Now thinking that she must be in some weird dream, she crossed the room to one of the two closed doors. She started to reach for the knob, when she froze, listening. A muffled sound came from the other side of the door. Taking a breath to steady herself, she grasped the knob and slowly pulled open the door.
The light from the torches didn't cast much light past the door, but enough that she could see that this room too was lined with torches. She lit them with the one she carried. She heard the sound again, and looked around uncertainly, raising the torch. A shape huddled in the corner, and she cautiously stepped closer. It appeared to be a girl.
"Hello," Sara said uncertainly, not sure why she was keeping her voice so low.
The shape moved, revealing that it was in fact a girl, a teenager if she was any judge of ages.
"Uh, hi," The girl said, staring at Sara uncertainly.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you," She took a torch off the wall and extended it to the girl, who took it from her gratefully. "I'm Sara."
"Kirsty," The girl said, stepping away from the corner. "Where am I?"
Sara chuckled. "I don't konw. I woke up and was here. I don't even know how I got here myself."
"Oh," Kirsty said.
"Well, we might as well try to find the way out of here."
Kirsty Nodded, falling into step beside Sara.
There was one other door besides the one she'd entered the room in. So, glancing up at the dark chadalier hanging overhead, which was covered in dust and cobwebs, she headed for the door.
With a startled gasp, Kirsty grasped Sara's shoulder, pointing at a shape materializing before them. The wet ghost stood there, between them and the door, and pointed back through the first door, again moving her mouth.
Unsure what to make of it, Sara turned, and, Keeping an eye on the ghost, returned back the way she'd come, Kirsty following close behind.
Stepping through the door, Sara froze, Kirsty bumping into her. A young man stood in the room now, studying the picture on the wall. He turned, his hand snatching a dagger from his belt as he stared at the two of them.
"who are you?" He demanded in a raspy voice. He swallowed, trying to work up some moisture for his dry throat.
"I'm Sara," Glancing back she could no longer see the ghostly shape. She knew only that Kirsty was huddled behind her. "Is this your home?"
The young man laughed. "I supose you mean that you don't live here then? Would you care to tell me how I came to be here?"
Sara shrugged. "I have no idea. I don't even know how I got here. I woke up, and here I was."
"Yeah, sure," He barked. But he lowered the dagger slightly. "Who's she?" He asked, gesturing at Kirsty with the dagger.
"I'm Kirsty," She stated simply, stepping out from behind Sara and regarding him with narrowed eyes.
"Would either of you happen to have any water?" He asked, finally returning the dagger to his belt.
Sara shook her head, wishing herself that she had some water for her dry throat. Kirsty stepped forward, pulling a water bottle out of the backpack she wore.
"You can't have all of it!" She stepped towards the young man, holding the bottle out to him, when she gave a startled oath and fell heavily into him.
"Hey," His hands caught her and he helped her regain her balance. "Easy now!" He took the bottle from ehr and drank his fill, then handed it back to her. "Thank you."
As an afterthought, Kirsty handed the water bottle to Sara, who gratefully drank her fill.
"I'm dave," He said.
Sara chuckled, not sure why, and looked at him suspiciously.
"Do you know the way out of here?" Dave asked. "This is only the second room I've been in, and I woke maybe an hour ago."
Sara shook her head.
"Well, if you don't mind my company, perhaps I could join you then," He said. "The more the merrier."
"Fine with me," Sara said, glancing at Kirsty, who shrugged, a sly smile on her face.
"And if there's any trouble I do have me trusty dagger!" He patted his belt, then looked down in shock to realize that the dagger was no longer there.
Kirsty chuckled, showing him the dagger she now had in her possession. "I'll keep this for now I think. I don't konw that I can trust either one of you, so for now I'll just hang onto this if that's ok." She smiled wryly. "Actually, ok or not, I'm hanging onto it."
Dave stared at her in astonishment for a while, then shrugged. "Suit yourself."
Sara shook her head, fighting the urge to laugh.
In the dark recesses of the lowest level of the house, figures moved about, stirring for the first time in ages. Some returned to the wandering they had done back when they last stirred, while the others determined to find out what it was that disturbed them.
"What is it?" A voice hissed through the silence. The others, with the exception of one, ignored the vague shape that spoke.
"Living beings I believe," Another voice hissed in return. "Three have I seen so far, But I sense there may be a couple more."
Several of the shapes dispersed through the walls, not caring what might be roaming the house.
"You are consorting with them?" The first voice hissed.
"I wouldn't do that," The woman's ghost floated forward, her young face set in sorrow. "I cannot, you know that!"
"I know that?" A soft chuckle sounded. "Oh I wish I did. I, for one, do not believe that we can do nothing. HOw could we not?"
The woman shook her head slowly, drops of water with no substance flying from her soaked hair. With a sigh, she turned and drifted away from the other.
Dave stopped, uttering an angry oath. In fury he hit the wall, cursing silently to himself. He was vaguely aware of the girls pausing a short distance away from him, waiting for him to regain his senses. He turned on them, glaring angrily.
"Dammit, what the hell is this place? And how the hell did I come to be here?" He snarled.
"If I knew," Sara snapped at him. "I'd already be on my way home. I can think of many things I'd rather be doing right now then wandering around some house when I have no idea how I came to be here!"
Kirsty chuckled, tapping the dagger at her belt. "Aw, Daveybaby, calm down." Her voice, despite her mocking attitude, showed the same trace of fear they all had. "Or would you feel much better if I gave you back my dagger?" Her manner showed she had no intention of doing that.
Dave snorted, turning his angry gaze away. He took a few breaths to calm himself down.
"Keep the dam dagger," He said, shurugging. With a sly smile he drew another one from his boot. "I've got this one too!"
Kirsty groaned, and then chuckled.
"Well, this bickering will get us nowhere," Sara stated, starting to walk again. "Come along if you're coming."
Without waiting to see if they followed, she strode from the room. After a few moments she heard them following along behind her, and smiled, relieved that they chose to continue with her. They'd only been in each others company for a couple hours now, but she was already comfortable with them.
The sheer emensity of the house should have astounded her. The fact that they had wandered for those couple hours without finding an exit, or a way up or down should have been remarkable but it didn't seem to have any significance at the moment. She was too busy wondering how she had come to be there.
A few more hours passed, and they found themselves back in the same room they'd started from, the room in which Sara had woken.
"Dam," Kirsty mumbled, slumping to the floor. She took the dagger she'd liberated from Dave out, and absently sketched in the thick layer of dust on the floor. "All that time only to end up back here again."
Dave chuckled, leaning against the wall.
"Shut up daveybaby!" Kirsty snapped.
"Don't call me that!" He mumbled.
Sara shook her head, looking around the room again. Nothing about it had changed. The torches she'd lit earlier still burned.
"I was here earlier," Sara said, stepping to a wall and again studying it. "A Woman appeared and pointed to this wall here," She tapped it, pausing briefly at the hollow sounding sound. "well, maybe there's a way to get through this wall."
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