A severe sense of dread loomed over this barn as the four brave souls entered. Nobody had been there to greet them. Just the barn, its door creaking gently, swaying back and forth. Open, and shut, the door creaked and slammed, but the intrepid quartet would note that there was no wind to do this to the door. The air was still, and yet the door wasn't.
Moving past this meddlesome object, the quartet would find what didn't even look like a barn anymore, though it had definitely been from the outside. Inside, it was a dusty looking entryway. Cobwebs adorned every corner and piece of furniture, wood rotted away, and there was wallpaper on the inside of the barn, though one normally wouldn't put that there. Decorations, one might think, but it was authentic to the point that it looked like it had always been there, and the decay that peeled it away from the walls was not something done by human hands.
An old clock on the far wall, a grandfather clock, would chime their entrance to the barn. It read midnight, but there was no way it was actually that late, right? More trickery by the barn creators, whoever, and wherever they must be, surely. Twelve times it would chime though, as was correct for the hour. Twelve times the chime would ring through the empty, quiet space, and the minds of those in the barn to hear it. Twelve times, enough times for the quartet to all enter, and for the door to slam behind them.
Enough time for them to realize that there was no leaving this place now, as the door was stuck fast. There was no lock. There was no bolt. It simply would not open any longer, as if a force was sealing it shut by other means. The only way was forward for these brave souls, in this creaky, old barn pretending to be a haunted manor. But how much of it was pretend? They would certainly find out.
Moving past this meddlesome object, the quartet would find what didn't even look like a barn anymore, though it had definitely been from the outside. Inside, it was a dusty looking entryway. Cobwebs adorned every corner and piece of furniture, wood rotted away, and there was wallpaper on the inside of the barn, though one normally wouldn't put that there. Decorations, one might think, but it was authentic to the point that it looked like it had always been there, and the decay that peeled it away from the walls was not something done by human hands.
An old clock on the far wall, a grandfather clock, would chime their entrance to the barn. It read midnight, but there was no way it was actually that late, right? More trickery by the barn creators, whoever, and wherever they must be, surely. Twelve times it would chime though, as was correct for the hour. Twelve times the chime would ring through the empty, quiet space, and the minds of those in the barn to hear it. Twelve times, enough times for the quartet to all enter, and for the door to slam behind them.
Enough time for them to realize that there was no leaving this place now, as the door was stuck fast. There was no lock. There was no bolt. It simply would not open any longer, as if a force was sealing it shut by other means. The only way was forward for these brave souls, in this creaky, old barn pretending to be a haunted manor. But how much of it was pretend? They would certainly find out.
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