The Lancaster Mansion

The heat I feel makes my entire body feel as though I have been dipped in water, but the smell that fills my nose makes it well known that this is not water. The fact that I can breathe makes it clear that I am not underwater.

I slowly pull my heavy eyelids up to my equally heavy eyes. My vision is at first blur but slowly begins to get cleared.

My gaze is first to meet by my white dress~that's now not so white. Rumpled and unsettled on my laps. I feel my headbanging and the brass smell of blood fills my nose.

Being a runner in school, and having sustained many injuries, I know what blood smells like~ at least my blood. odd?.

I slowly raise my head as it's hanging over my laps. My eyes are welcomed by darkness but as soon as they adjust to the darkness, I begin to make sense of the room~atleast a little.

All that's before me is a door. Probably wooden, I can't make out much as the dominant theme of this room currently is darkness. I lift my head and I am almost blinded by the light bulb hanging over my head. It's the only form of light in here.

I look to my left and I find a little bed on an iron bed carrier. More like the ones you see in prisons. Am I in jail!?. What did I do!?. I look to my right and I see a rocking chair. And that's just it. All that's in this room.

I can at least tell that the room is painted pink. And... Is... Do I see blood on the wall!!?.

Fear suddenly grips me as this very scenario reminds me of a story 'Mommy's House' by z0mbies I read this story some days back. And now I feel like I am in the same story. What's going on!?.

I try to get up and only then do I realize that I have been tied to the chair on which I am sitting. What on earth is going on!?. I struggle with the chair taking care not to alert anyone around. Especially those responsible for my current state. Although I have no idea who is behind this.

My heart begins pounding furiously and fear begins to hold every single sense in my body. Is Harry responsible for this!?

Let me think back on what happened earlier this night. Maybe... just maybe I could connect some dots.

I close my eyes and let my head roll back as I try to picture earlier this night. But then the door begins to the creek. It is opening so slowly one would doubt a person is responsible for its movement. Anyways, I am ready to lash out at Harry once he Steps through that door. He can't go about things this way. What the hell was he thinking!?. What if he went about things this way I would forgive him!?... He...