Jamie Greenway

Wretched

As I closed the door and turned around, I took in my surroundings. I appeared to be in some sort of manor house entrance hall. The place was lit up with Jack-o-lanterns and candles and an assortment of gothic decorations, such as black silk ribbons and velvet covers, adorned every surface. I noticed that my attire matched the surroundings well too, as I wore a black, silk set of pyjamas with a velvet trim and woollen slippers. Confusingly, these were not my clothes, nor was this my house. After getting my bearings, I took to exploring the manor. I went to try and open the doors along the narrow corridor to the left of the stairs, but to my frustration, they were all locked.