Thread: Behind Stone Walls (ShadowOfAGirl & ForeverMischievous)

The wind slowly dimmed in effect, as Dolly head away from the balcony. Everything had been ruined. Its usual plan, altered. It always brought its victimes to the Balcony, where it stole their memory, and send them back down to the Mist. As Dolly started heading down the stairs, a cracking noise arose from the walls around her. The cracking turned to a low, guttery growl, as if a wild animal was displeased. Then for a second, she seemed to be seeing things again, as the walls seemed to bend slightly, as if something was travelling within them. But as before, when she took a better look, nothing as such was happening. It was hard to frighten this girl. Hard to make her realize, she was in danger, and make her go away. It started finding itself intrigued. As if a dog, finding an old ball, it thought had disappeared. Perhaps. A plaything, wasn't such a bad idea? As Dolly moved on through the Mansion, she'd finally find herself in a room, at the end of a long hallway. By the walls of the room, stood exhibits containing many different old relics and artifacts. Several old weapons, old armors, vases and Sculptures. In the middle of the room, stood a large desk, with nothing on it but a golden candle rack with long lines of hardened stearin running down from the halfly burnt candles, amassing in thick pools on the desk. Behind the table stood a large chair, made of an elegant dark wood, with its back turned towards the door, from which she'd entered. And at the very end of the room, was a large window with several scratches and cracks, vaguely displaying the white mist outside. As most other rooms and halls of the Mansion, the furniture was covered with dust, and spider webs adorned most edges. If she hadn't entered the room entirely, a rough wind would hit her back, and push her inside against her will, and behind her the door would smack closed. If she tried to open it again, she'd find it suddenly locked. The wind that'd come through the door, would sweep through the left side of the room, as if it had a will of its own, suddenly manifesting in a blackish cloud, that pushed up dust and ripped apart webs. The cloud would hit the candles, and they ignited, living up the room with living lights. The cloud then hushed over the chairs back, and dropped down on the seat, the windy sound stopping. And as it did, the mist outside turned a more dark color, soon making the candle lights, the only lights keeping the room partially lit. Now, the chair started slowly turning, with a loud screech from the old wood, and the webs breaking because of the sudden movement in the room. And as the chair was turned towards her, she'd see a figure sitting in the chair, its eyes focused on her, its right elbow rested on the arm rest, its hand reaching up to its face, tapping a long, sharp nail against its cheek. The weak light from the candles, would only vaguely show the old set of clothes the man wore, as a redish suit, with black details adorning it, having a old Victorian style. The eyes that focused on her, where the same deep and furious eyes, as the one she'd seen in the painting. Burning in their rage, as they stared upon her. And finally, the pale lips on the grey face, started moving. Who are you.. To intrude on another's grounds? To invade another's property? It asked, with a deep, harsh and demanding voice. As the lips spoke, the eyes narrowed in a questioning, and clearly angered expression.