At least I have shelter from the rain here. I never expected to get this lost, I should be more aware of my surroundings. I reached for my phone, it was too dark outside to tell where exactly I had wandered into, the pattering of water clued me in on the size of the place, albeit a bit vague. The door creaked when I opened it, and for the past 15 minutes there has been relative silence despite my unwelcome entry. The conclusion is both unnerving and relieving an abandoned building in the middle of a forest. I hated the idea of anything supernatural, a fault of my siblings who were rather fond of frightening me with cheap ghost stories. Thus I had developed a near die hard skepticism of anything supernatural or occult, so this particular development didn't strike me as terrifying, however, this doesn't mean that there's no danger, no, on the contrary this would just mean that any impeding scenarios of doom are not vague in nature but very, very real. I reached for my phone, clicking my tongue when I realized the bright screen had been reduced to just that, no signal. Damn that Rita, what kind of person requests freshly caught forest bird eggs for breakfast, I swear if the Master wasn't paying me I'd give her a piece of my mind and then some. Alas, moping around this bleak establishment will do me no good might as well verify that I was the only inhabitant, I switched on the flashlight function and shielded my eyes for a moment. I flashed a bitter smile, if this were a joke it'd be quite the gut puncher. The light reflected my immediate surroundings, a luscious red carpet leading up towards the second floor, as well as really distasteful paintings adorning the wall, it was exactly as if I had walked into a third rate horror novel. While I did probably have a better time dealing with this than most, I still couldn't control my blood from pumping faster. I breathed in getting ready to yell my protective charm.
"Hear me ghosts, witches and all manner of malicious entities, you don't exist, there is no place for you in the ration world, there is no method out there that cannot be explained by human tricks"
A little embarrassed, I scratched my nose, while the practice itself was quite silly it did wonders to calm me down. Although, I do imagine that Mrs Witch wouldn't exactly enjoy me denying her existence like that, the painting with a beautiful blonde woman in a victorian dress accented with a white lion eerily stared at me, I offered it a challenging smile before directing my phone towards the staircase. Slowly I made my way up towards the second floor a minute and some very uncomfortable creaks later, upon completing my ascent I closed my eyes for a second, then something ridiculous happened, the very thing I denied right to my very core was in full view before my eyes as if answering my challenge. Bright flying candles illuminated the room, various creatures smartly dressed were chatting merrily, the band playing ironically wore masks which did nothing to hide their outrageous looking bodies, butlers with unamused goat heads, snakes with legs, and everything seemed to be revolving around her, the witch from the painting. As if noting my presence she made a gesture to woman with protruding horns she was chatting with and made her way towards me. My knees felt wobbly, just what is all this, some messed up masquerade party, no clearly it was something more surreal otherwise the sound would have reached me down there.
Hello, my name is Eleanor the master of this humble mansion - the elegant young woman curtsied displaying her unmatched beauty. She rose up and looked towards me.
....Ah r-right I'm Jean I'm a butler for house Rosecr-wait! That's not the problem here, who are you what is this place? - She had managed to briefly stun me with her destructive looks, it took me a while before I could get my bearings and recover enough to be stunned by everything other than the suspected witch before me
The witch made a dissatisfied face - How rude, you ask me who I am even after I introduced myself, you sure you're a butler? - I can't believe this, a witch a thing of imagination is asking me about my current employment, I could almost laugh, before I could mount a witty counter attack the witch continued seemingly aiming for this specific moment - It seems I have angered you, I do apologize for it was merely a jest on my part, I might have lived for more than a thousand years, however, that does not mean I've grown senile as well. Any normal person would be facing extreme dread of any kind at the moment, although it seems you're not just anyone, mister butler.
For some reason I hate this person, she reminds me of my older cousin that know it all attitude, that condescending tone and above all an obsession with making me feel sacred, I'll just apologize for disturbing her go home have a warm bath and pretend this all was just a horrid manifestation of my past trauma.
Oh, I'm sorry mister butler but you can't possibly think I'll just let you leave, it is not without reason that witches in popular literature are malevolent in nature, why don't we play a game? - Eleanor smiled mischievously, and I audibly gulped. Christ all mighty she really is like her.
A game? Umm, I am very sorry but I have work tomorrow so a game would be a little . . . - I tried dancing around the subject and it wasn't exactly a lie.
You dare refuse a witch that has outlived you manyfold? - the witch made a wicked expression and her eyes sharpened at me, once more I forcibly swallowed my saliva, it wouldn't be wrong to say I look like an innocent convict before execution, seemingly pleased with my reaction Eleanor relaxed her face and curled her red lips - Ahahahaha, sorry, sorry, I just couldn't resist just think of this as a bad habit of mine, you really think something like prolonging time is outside of my power? It'd be harder to make tea, not for me obviously, but you get the idea. Do not worry young Jean, the game we're about to play involves no to very little damage.
D-damage, you can't just say all that and expect me not only to believe that you're omnipresent but also not going to hurt me?
And why would I do that, games are the sole pleasure left after a thousand years of living, it's not as if you're wrong I've tasted the twisted bliss of torturing and if you so wish I could do that but I think we're both more interested in the latter. Isn't that right, Jean? - I'll be damned if that expression wasn't the definition of a bewitching smile, and you can be sure that I am not currently sane enough to shoehorn in a terrible pun. I made no action to deny her invitation, if this was magic then my future looks fairly bleak.
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