Every time the clock struck 11 , the house got dark for five minutes. Even though Jamie had been living there for years now, it always felt like a new place. When the lights came up, the rooms would be in new places, some of them disappearing while others would appear.
Normally the rooms that appeared or disappeared were nothing special. Sure, they were beautifully furnished, often in the victorian era style, but without anything notable. Furnishings such as couches, or chairs, paintings and odimens that sort of thing.
That was until tonight. Jamie heard the grand father in the main foheir chime the only room in the house that would never change. Bong the lights grew dimmer, Bong the familiar cold came over her, Bong, blackness took hold. The sound would almost seem to get further and further away, as though she was being driven off.
Finally the final chime rang out, and the lights came back up abruptly. She found herself standing in a hallway now, dimly lit by oil lamps on the walls. Her brow furrowed, she didn’t recognize this room. The wallpaper here was a deep green with golden leaf upon it, meeting haflway down the wall with thick wooden accents. The hall was devoid of any exits, save for a door at the very end.
She took a few hesitant steps toward it. The hair prickled on the back of her neck as she walked. She forced her feet forward even as every fibre of her being urged her to run. She finally reached the door, holding out a hand slowly and gripping the nob. It was cold, ice cold. She twisted the nob slowly and push the door open, it protested with a loud creek.
She stepped into the room and was greeted by blackness. “Hello?” she called out into the void, her breath coming out in long streams of steam. She rubbed her arms with her hands as she began to shiver, taking a few short steps into the space.
“Is anyone here?” She called out.
The door behind her swung shut with a loud bang as though in response. She whipped around rushing to it twisting the handle with both hands but it wouldn’t budge. She slammed on the door with both hands “HELP! Can anybody hear me?” Tears began to stream down her face as her bounds became weaker and she put her back against the door sliding down and sobbing into her hands.
A sound in the darkness stopped her short. It was almost imperceptible, like a socked foot sliding across the floor. She squinted, trying to see what the cause of the noise was. “Hello?”
“Meow” came a soft sound from the darkness, and a small shape began to come into view – a jet black cat it’s eyes glowing yellow in the dim room. Jamie let out a heavy sigh “Oh hello little kitty!” She said holding out her hand for it to sniff but as soon as she got close it swatted at her leaving a deep gash in her hand before racing off into the darkness.
"Ouch!" She yelled, tearing her hand back and shaking it gently before slowly getting back up.
She reached into her pocket, and withdrew her cellphone. "No reception, great, of course."
She flicked through the settings turning on the flashlight app and tried shinning it into the dimly lit area. She could make out some strange crates near her, against one of the walls a bookshelf stood, and in the middle of the room a grand piano. She took a few hesitant steps toward the piano reaching out a hand to touch it's smooth surface but as soon as her fingers make contact she recoiled.
The surface was cold, impossibly cold. The kind of cold that makes you feel like your skin is burning. Before she could get a chance to look at her hands, the light on her phone's flashlight flickered, and went out. She looked at the phone, the screen had turned blank. Pressing the side button only greeted her with the familiar battery symbol that told her the phone was no longer charged.
"I know I just charged this" She could feel panic starting to build inside her.
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