~ Prologue ~

A young girl with shoulder-length black hair skidded to a stop in the middle of a long dark hall; the wallpaper was striped, but the color long since faded and had begun to peel. She brushed the hair out of her turquoise eyes as she gasped for air, then she wiped her sleeve across her tear-streaked face. She was dressed in a baby blue shirt and a cherry red skirt, but both had gotten ripped and dirty from her time in the halls. Just then, a door across the hall creaked open, and the girl bolted down the dark, decrepit corridor, her heart raced once more. She watched the walls pass by, endlessly repeating, a horrible nightmare of fast-approaching footsteps and long unending halls.
She gasped as the floor disappeared from beneath her and yelped in pain as she hit the stairs. She tumbled down the last few, hitting the bottom with a painful thud.
“Ow.” She exclaimed, rubbing her back. She glanced around; she was in a small room, the paint was peeling off the walls like dead skin and there were three doors. The doors were wooden, old and worn; she scrambled to her feet and stepped forward to the first door. The handle was old and rusted; she turned it and pulled open the door, wincing as it squeaked loudly. Beyond the old door was a dark living room a...