Lillith had been at the â€˜abodeâ€™, as she called it, for about two days now.  To say it was a large house was an understatement. It had four floors to it, each filled to the brim with strange artifacts and knick-knacks that she hadnâ€™t remembered seeing anywhere but here. Ever. She managed the first floor exploration the first half day she was here, the second and third floor throughout this day, and now she trudged up to the fourth floor slowly, feeling pooped. She had slept in a room on the third floor last night, so why not take things up to the next level? She laughed at her own joke, amused.<br/>Lillith herself was easily amused most of the time anyway. She had no sibling at home, and had spent most of her time playing alone. She had once thought she was imaginative, but as she grew, sheâ€™d learn to face facts and simply lived in the here and no. No fairies, no monsters, no horrible monsters. Things for her were just always going to be average. Nothing screamed â€˜notice meâ€™ when one looked at her. Sheâ€™d grown into a rather shy girl, tall and lanky with arms that seemed too long for her body. Her eyes were those of her mother, a deep blue, and her hair belonged to her father in the muddy brown color, though the pixie cut was property of her own. She had no scars to speak of, no horrible back story. Her parents were good to her, sheâ€™d had all the toys sheâ€™d wanted.  She was an all around good girl who studied hard and did nothing extraordinary whatsoever. When they took class pictures, she was that kid that everyone skimmed over. Sheâ€™d been fine like that for twenty-two years of her life, why let it bother her now?<br/>Her dad worked in a sort of partnership with her Uncle for years when she was a child. They had been inventors or something, she wasnâ€™t entirely sure. As a child, it hadnâ€™t interested her, but she knew whatever they did they made money from it. Thus the funds for this place. Sheâ€™d always wanted to ask as she got older, to just say â€œDaddy, what is it you do?â€, but she could never get the words out of her mouth. Never quite get anything right.<br/>The room she chose to sleep in tonight was at the west side of the house, a lonely door tucked into a corner. It was a small room with a large bed and a desk, much less stuffed than any other room in the house. She peered around, noting the lack of wall art and decorations. It was like a skeleton compared to where she had slept last night. She twitched her mouth, scanning the room. Empty, yes, but very much alive. She hadnâ€™t brought her duffel upstairs, so she took the winners way out and plopped into the bed still wearing her jeans and sweater.<br/>â€œYou donâ€™t have to have a decorated pillow to make it worth of my time,â€ she said aloud, falling back into the bed with a sigh. She hadnâ€™t turned a light on when she entered, but the lamp on the table beside the bed had been left on. She reached out and gave it a touch, sending the room into black.<br/>Sheâ€™d barley begun to drift off when the humming began. She sat upright suddenly, feeling a prickling sensation creeping up her spine. This wasnâ€™t some bug or an electronic, it was a humming unlike anything she had ever heard before. She reached out, activating the lamp with a touch once more, sliding from the bed.<br/>â€œItâ€™s from behind the bed,â€ she said aloud, reassuring herself. â€œItâ€™s no big deal right. Right? Ha, I can hum to.â€<br/>A gunshot. Was that a gunshot?<br/>â€œIf I was smart, Iâ€™d just walk away,â€ she continued, reaching out and pulling the headboard back from the wall. â€œBut curiosity always beats the intellect.â€ She grunted, but it yielded much easier than she had thought it would.<br/>Close to the floor was a small hexagonal shape carved into the wall, glowing just ever so slightly. It seemed to be vibrating, emitting the hum. Without thinking, she reached out to touch it, expecting something. She got nothing.<br/>â€œThatâ€™s odd,â€ she stated, crouching down to her knees instead of bending, running her fingers around the floor where it met the wall. She must have hit something because next instant she felt her entire body being sucked by gale force at every angle. She was sure she screamed, but if not, oh well.<br/>â€œHeâ€™s back! Someone get him!â€<br/>â€œShut up, itâ€™s not him. Itâ€™s just a girl.â€<br/>â€œIf sheâ€™s through the door, then she has to know something.â€<br/>The voices continued from a place she couldnâ€™t see. She opened her eyes to find she was tucked in the fetal position, having landed neatly in a pile of- was this garbage? Yeah, it was garbage. The stench invaded her nostrils, but it was having to compete with the smoke coming from almost everywhere. She pulled the her sweater up over her nose, trying not to cough. She couldnâ€™t see anything, but she could hear the footsteps. In a case of fight or flight, her flight instincts won out and she found herself scrambling through the garbage before hitting pavement, running like there was tomorrow. At this moment in a place she had no idea existed, she felt she had no idea if there would be.