I went to go get his rose back. One of the Ladies had taken it into another room and was pulling all the petals off, in He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. [ And Santa should know that...pretty much means death. ] I got it from her but since she couldn't open the door, she...b-broke the window and crawled through it, and chased me down the hallway.
[ She shakes her head, more to reassure herself than anything. Chasing, why was there so much chasing? ]
I found a vase for his rose and he was able to get up, so we talked for a bit. He was stuck there too. He went to go see the gallery, and was all alone and couldn't leave. So we walked together for a long time, and he read me the names of the paintings that I couldn't say. He's kind of a scaredy cat...there was a painting that was just of a big tongue, and when it tried to slobber all over him, he screamed and jumped away. [ which was kind of funny, evidenced by her slight smile
It fades as she goes on. ]
But--then we got to a really big room with a bunch of hallways and locked doors. I felt better then, because I had someone with me, but the more and more puzzles we solved in that room, the more paintings would jump off the wall and come after us. The mannequins started chasing us too, and when we went into a room and came back there were c-ceramic heads everywhere, looking right at us.
One of the doors led to a room where there...was a painting of my mother and father. [ Her voice gets faster, more desperate. ] I didn't want to stay in there, with their picture, but the door was locked. W-We heard pounding. They knew we were in there and they were coming to get us. They cracked a hole in the wall and started coming in, surrounding us, and I've never been so scared in my life, I thought I was going to fall down and it would all be over, and they could claw at me and rip me up until there wasn't anything left...!
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[ She takes a deep breath, and continues. ]
I went to go get his rose back. One of the Ladies had taken it into another room and was pulling all the petals off, in He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. [ And Santa should know that...pretty much means death. ] I got it from her but since she couldn't open the door, she...b-broke the window and crawled through it, and chased me down the hallway.
[ She shakes her head, more to reassure herself than anything. Chasing, why was there so much chasing? ]
I found a vase for his rose and he was able to get up, so we talked for a bit. He was stuck there too. He went to go see the gallery, and was all alone and couldn't leave. So we walked together for a long time, and he read me the names of the paintings that I couldn't say. He's kind of a scaredy cat...there was a painting that was just of a big tongue, and when it tried to slobber all over him, he screamed and jumped away. [ which was kind of funny, evidenced by her slight smile
It fades as she goes on. ]
But--then we got to a really big room with a bunch of hallways and locked doors. I felt better then, because I had someone with me, but the more and more puzzles we solved in that room, the more paintings would jump off the wall and come after us. The mannequins started chasing us too, and when we went into a room and came back there were c-ceramic heads everywhere, looking right at us.
One of the doors led to a room where there...was a painting of my mother and father. [ Her voice gets faster, more desperate. ] I didn't want to stay in there, with their picture, but the door was locked. W-We heard pounding. They knew we were in there and they were coming to get us. They cracked a hole in the wall and started coming in, surrounding us, and I've never been so scared in my life, I thought I was going to fall down and it would all be over, and they could claw at me and rip me up until there wasn't anything left...!