Thread: Behind Stone Walls (ShadowOfAGirl & ForeverMischievous)

Every detail of the Mansions interior was beautifully hand maid and sculptured. The theme seemed to be ancient myths and superstition. Directly down the hall from the front door, at a size that made it almost seem like a gate, was a large stairway, leading up to a second floor. The stairways railing was sculptured like scales, leading to the upstairs, where Dragon heads adorned the end, and on the first floor, a Dragons tail. The Hallway was wide, two doors leading into rooms by the sides. On the right being a large livingroom, with old furniture, and on the left it lead into a large Library. The walls on each side of the hallway, was adorned with large paintings. Paintings of mythical creatures, both Angels, Dragons, Werewolves, Vampires, Ghouls and Goblins. Every painting, depicting war between two sides. And on the very back, atop the stairs, a giant painting was place. The painting showed two sides of a battlefield. In the front of the picture, a mixture of all the Mythological creatures from the other paintings where fighting each other. And in the back ground, they where all fleeing from a dark flame, scorching everyone it managed to hit, the rest trying to flee to each side. And above this flame, possibly causing it, was a dark and mysterious figure. No bodly features, only a shade, carrying two brightly red eyes. Something drew her, to stare upon the painting, as if something forced her mind to want to. As she did, a harsh wind hit her back, sending her hair waving out in front of her face, as something started trying to manipulate her, without her even knowing. It tried to make her approach the stairway and walk up, towards the painting. If she did this, or not, the painting started to seem like it was moving. As if the battle was taking place before her eyes. The creatures in the foreground, starting to flail their weapons at their enemy, and the flame behind them continuing to envelope the battlefield. Finally the flames reached the creatures in the foreground, and they stopped fighting each other, only to start writhing in pain. And soon, the painting was black, only the red eyes staring down upon Dolly, no matter where she stood. If the manipulation of her mind had succeeded, she'd been forced to move close to the picture, now standing right in front of it, staring upon the red eyes. If not, she'd be where ever she'd gone. Then finally, what ever was manipulating her let go, letting her close her eyes, realizing they'd been open for too long, now itchingly dry. And just as it did, a large smack was heard to her left. And after blinking her eyes, the painting was back to normal again. If she'd gaze to her side, she'd seen an open door, clapping against its frame because of the gentle breeze, flowing through the Mansion. If she'd walk towards it, she'd find a large balcony, giving her a view over the large, dead Garden and the grey mist, hovering outside the stone walls. The Balcony, as well, almost seemed too well preserved, for the Mansion to be abandoned, a couple of white chairs, standing close to the fence, also sculptured like Dragon scale. On the right of the staircase, there'd be a large closed door, and if she'd go to attempt and open it, she'd find a locked, or otherwise blocked door. Everything seemingly wanting her to move to the balcony.