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The Grotto (Part 2)


Harmonic Revelations

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(Author's Notes: Links are simple, some but not all of the alternate endings can be achieved simply by making choices. To make a choice, click the link. It will bring you to what happens due to your choice)

 

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Amelia was beauty in itself. It's purest form. She was beyond the beauty of all others, I spent many days in that workshop. I needed her to see, I needed her to hear, what I had to say. I wouldn't be lonely anymore.

 

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When I woke up, I had a pounding headache. I sat up, and found myself in the middle of the basement. None of the bookshelves or tables were flipped over, and the ax was firmly in my hand. The handle still felt unnaturally cold, especially considering that the basement itself was quite warm.

 

However, this did not concern me. Whatever had happened, I would not let it repeat, so I started to head up the stairs. The stairs once more made the sickening creaking noise. It sounded much louder than it should have, that couldn't have just been my imagination.

 

I finally reached the top of the stairs, and opened the door.

 

Jessica was nowhere to be found. She must have wandered off, that was the only explanation that made any sense. I would continue looking for her. I looked around the room, and noticed something I had not seen before. An odd glistening in the fire.

 

I grabbed the chimney shovel from next to the fireplace and pulled out the glistening object. It revealed itself to be a key. I looked closely at it, and could make out the letters "W-R--H-P" Filling in the rest on my own, I turned around and stuck the key into the workshop's lock. I heard a clicking sound as I turned it.

 

"Jessica, this isn't funny." I called out, half-laughing, but worried on the inside. It was like I was only half-playing off her absence.

 

I swung the door open, revealing what I assumed to be the workshop. There were assorted tools, workbenches and the like, standard for this kind of room, but what caught my eye was an altar in the middle of the room. On top of it, there was a book.

 

I grabbed the book, and began to read it. It was apparently the journal of somebody named Joseph Kalin. Most of it appears to be torn out, oddly. Only a small passage remains, some of it is not legible.

"It has been said by many throughout history that the only source of darkness and evil exists in---- of --. I have ----- been one to dis---- this claim, but it has become abundantly clear that our understanding of what is real and not, just isn't accurate. Unseen forces lurk in the shadows. I am both anxious and ambitious that these forces are the only ones who can bring me and Amelia together in the gallery"

 

I looked at the book in my hand. "Unseen Forces?", "The Gallery?", none of it made any sense at all to me. Just as I was about to put the book back down, something fell out. It make a clinking noise as it hit the ground. I picked it up, it was what appeared to be a pendant of some sort.

 

As I grabbed it, voices echoed in my head.

 

"You let her die. She cried for you, but you did not come."

 

"You left her , YOU killed her."

 

"How does it feel to know that you'll never see her again? She'll never forgive you, Jacob."

 

My head began to pound even harder. However, just as it seemed that the pain would render me incapacitated, the pendant glowed in my hand, and the voices stopped. I ran out of the workshop, slamming the door behind me.

 

I backed away slowly, and hit something that I either hadn't noticed or just hadn't been there before. a ladder leading to the upper floor. I put my hands on it and began to ascend.

 

Once I had opened the trap door and came into the attic, I noticed a few features that both confused and disturbed me. There were four doors. One labelled "The Gallery", one labelled "Living Area". one labelled "Kitchen/Storeroom" and one that had a label too worn out to read. All along the edges of the room were mannequins that were positioned to appear like they were screaming or in agony, a few even appeared to be crying.

 

In the middle of the room was a lone chair with a doll with black beady eyes and a piece of paper on it. I examined the paper.

 

 

It read:

 

"They don't understand Amelia, they want to keep us apart. I won't let them."

 

I put the paper down, and realized that the doll was gone.

 

Suddenly, a loud cackling noise surrounded me, and all of the lamps went out at once.

 

Suddenly, I heard a voice. The voice sounded somewhat like a little girl.

 

"I want you to play a game with me. The game is simple, if we catch you, you have to stay with us and have fun forever."

 

A laughing resounded through the room.

 

Suddenly a dim red light filled the room. The mannequins had mouths with razor-sharp teeth in them. Suddenly, what happened was something I knew to be impossible, they sprang to life and lunged at me. Using the ax I had picked up earlier, I started swinging wildly at the mannequins, their wooden limbs came flying off in all directions.

 

I could hear maniacal laughing, the walls were glowing different colors in such a way that I was disoriented.

 

Suddenly a chill went down my spine, as I quickly turned around and saw the doll itself, breathing heavily and grinning widely. The black beady eyes were highly disturbing. However, it did not move or lunge. I figured I had two options, I could chop it up, or simply move it somewhere else.

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