Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2015 18:29:09 GMT
Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Halloween was a fun time of year for most, but for Sally there was something about it that made her so..comfortable. It was the one night of year where she didn't feel strange, but rather, she felt home. The creepier the place she could celebrate, the better. Right now, she and everyone who came to her party were in a house that was said to be haunted. So far Sally hadn't seen any ghosts or goblins, but who knew what creeped around in there? Everyone else was busy dancing, or talking, or sampling food from the refreshment table, so Sally decided to separate from the group to explore the upstairs.
The steps creaked and groaned beneath her feet. It was easy to tell that the house was incredibly old.. Those were the best kind, though. So much history..so much personality. Sally continued to ascend the stairway until she reached the top. There were several doors, but Sally chose one of them that was in the middle. She opened the door slowly, and she could hear it creaking as well - even above the music that was playing below. She walked in to the room, and looked around. It looked to be a girl's room once. There was an old canopy bed with a pink quilt and several dolls resting against the pillows. She walked toward the bed, and reached out for a doll. It reminded her of her former life, before Storybrooke.. before Hallowton.
She wondered what happened to the family who lived here. It looked like the house was just...abandoned. And, people didn't exactly leave Storybrooke. Not to mention, the bedroom looked clean. As though it was just there. The more Sally thought about it, the more impossible it could be. She closed her eyes, wondering...was it real? She opened her eyes once more, and nothing was there. No bed, no doll. She was holding an old pillowcase, instead. She gasped, and her eyes widened. Was this another vision? What did it mean?
The steps creaked and groaned beneath her feet. It was easy to tell that the house was incredibly old.. Those were the best kind, though. So much history..so much personality. Sally continued to ascend the stairway until she reached the top. There were several doors, but Sally chose one of them that was in the middle. She opened the door slowly, and she could hear it creaking as well - even above the music that was playing below. She walked in to the room, and looked around. It looked to be a girl's room once. There was an old canopy bed with a pink quilt and several dolls resting against the pillows. She walked toward the bed, and reached out for a doll. It reminded her of her former life, before Storybrooke.. before Hallowton.
She wondered what happened to the family who lived here. It looked like the house was just...abandoned. And, people didn't exactly leave Storybrooke. Not to mention, the bedroom looked clean. As though it was just there. The more Sally thought about it, the more impossible it could be. She closed her eyes, wondering...was it real? She opened her eyes once more, and nothing was there. No bed, no doll. She was holding an old pillowcase, instead. She gasped, and her eyes widened. Was this another vision? What did it mean?
