Brandy heard the girl trying to translate the wording above the arch way.<span style="font-style: italic">â€We all fall down.â€</span>The other red headed female had said after sitting in the middle of the floor cross legged. Brandy took a good look at this girl and knew she was a natural red head unlike herself; she had just recently died her hair to a Dark Intense red. Everyone had said it looked so good on her, and that it brought out the green in her eyes. She had liked the change but found herself missing her old dirty blond color. With a shake of her head she took herself out of her reviver she repeated the words to herself and then knew why the words had seemed so familiar to her.<br/><br/>The old nursery rhyme people would tell their kids rang in her head with the melody of small children singing the words. She was really hoping that those words didnâ€™t mean what the actual nursery rhyme represents. She would rather prefer not to die by a black plague. Brandy would rather die a quick and painless death, she hated feeling pain, and it was one of her worst weaknesses.<br/><br/>She heard the faint question of having psychopathic relatives and she simply shook her head. She wondered if she was the only one making the connection to the old nursery rhyme and the words along the arch. A loud groaning noise sounded from deep within the house somewhere, like the house had woken up. The words the girl had uttered seem to have some sort of reaction with the house.  Brandy really didnâ€™t like the feeling that was slowly creeping up along her spine. Goose bumps began to break out over her skin and she felt the coldness, more like she finally realized she was cold.<br/><br/>With the loud boom came the shuddering of floor boards as if something huge had laid a foot down, or<span style="font-style: italic">moved</span>. Brandyâ€™s thought kept moving and she almost always found herself thinking of the one question.<span style="font-style: italic">â€Why me? What did I do. Is this the end for me? Is this some ones sick attempt at a joke?â€</span>All these questions seem to scream at her, she had no idea where she was, or where her family was and it scared her.<span style="font-style: italic">Extremely. </span><br/><br/>Her green orbs darted around the room and fell on the other red haired girl as she spoke to the room at large after having stopped the old great grandfather clock from ticking.<span style="font-style: italic">â€Looks like someone grew some kahonas.â€</span>she said to herself with a smirk on her face. â€œJust a house.â€ She said under her breath, repeating three simple words the girl had already said. The girlâ€™s confidence rode on a wave of encouragement and Brandy seized ahold of it with both hands gripped firmly. She needed that, needed it badly if she was going to survive this hell hole and make it out alive. Despite the wave of encouragement the silence created by the old clock and made her feel all wrong and she needed to move. Get out of that one spot she was in. Finally she moved.<br/><br/>It felt like the first time in years. Her legs still felt wobbly like a young colts after his birth, and she had to slide her hands up and down along the material of her jeans, hoping to help the blood return to her appendages. For some reason Brandy felt like she was in some sort of gooey bubble and the events around her went on in silence. She could tell by the odd feel in the room that there was some sort of challenge being made, the tension in the air rode hard. Almost as hard as the stagnate feeling the room began to get.<br/><br/>Suddenly the feeling of being alone over whelmed her and she noticed for the first time she was almost alone except for a lone girl just sitting on a couch(rayneâ€™s character), she must be under a lot of shock or something but she couldnâ€™t pull herself to go and make sure she was okay.  A sick gooey feeling was pressing down upon her. Brandy slid her pink tongue out across her lips and it left the sticky as if her tongue was dry.<span style="font-style: italic">Water.</span>She needed water, but she had no idea where in this place was any sort of sink, nor knew if that water would be safe to drink. As if suddenly on cue the faint smell of stale pong water seeped into her nostrils and she had to hold her hand under her nose to block out the smell.<br/><br/>Her tongue thick with dehydration she begins to move, a quiet sloshing noise sounds from the ground as if she was walking on a really rainy day in her home town. She looks down to see water creeping up from the floorboards and she feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. â€œWhat the fuck is going on with this house.â€ She said, not to quietly but not as loud as you might think a rather freaked out 18-year-old might be. She wanted to shriek and scream, but something inside her told her not to then she felt an old pulling. Like she was being influenced to go in this direction.<br/><br/>Another creaked sounded, this time from the opposite wing, she was about to call out to one of the others but had already lost sight of them all. There was one other she could ask to accompany her, but she had a feeling she wouldnâ€™t be answered. She waved regardless feeling a little reluctance in going down a long corridor by herself. She had watched enough horror movies to knows what happens to the girl who leaves the group firstâ€¦they end up..<span style="font-style: italic">dead.</span>She gulped then and waved to the girl hoping to get her attention. â€œHey, we seem to of been left behindâ€¦you wanna come with me?â€ She asked but didnâ€™t wait for an answer and just headed for the western hallway.<br/><br/>A little more water splashed around as she made her way to the entrance. She couldnâ€™t make anything out as she peered down the dark hallway. Just then her eyes began to play tricks on her as she could of sworn the shadows pulsed, as if being the life lines of the house. Her knowledge of the human anatomy wasnâ€™t helping in her quest of calm. The red haired girls confidence already shooed away by the everlasting stale feeling the room had graced her with.  She took a deep breath for a slim glimpse of confidence. Finally she was able to place one foot in front of the other and soon she was in front of a door.<br/><br/>It looked normal enough to her. Regular size, dusty brass knob attached to a solid brown oak door. The door of which was slightly ajar as if it was meant to catch someone curiosity, which Brandyâ€™s had been caught, hooked and snatched up out of the water like a fish in a lake. She brushed her finger tips lightly along the dusty door and it swung open as if it had just recently been oiled, not even uttering a cry of pain. Her eyes went wide and her pupils dilated, making it hard to see even the slightest edge of green/blue, and her breath caught in her throat as she gazed into the room.