They continued to walk up, a few paths, stairs till finally at the large door. She knew this symbol was her adopted family's because of a few things they made that had this symbol. Karisa pushed open the giant doors, not caring before witnessing the front area, it was huge with flight stairs on each side and the stairs that led to the basement in the middle towards the wall. The wall was torn apart and made of pure old-fashioned wood. The floors were a maroon red, cleaned and tidy yet the decorations were what made her worry. The art had oil paintings, regular paintings and drawn art of the dead, of symbols, and old art that was reported missing as she closed her eyes, her heart beating quickly. Her fingers felt tight as her joints were hurting. Her chest was squeezing as she gazed around more, walked forward slowly, yet made sure her expressions were calm, sweet as always so she did not worry the others.
Her fingers went against the wood as her mind started to feel the memories of these walls. 'So they built up, it's not a different house...' she started to think as she remembered these scratches, remembered that door ahead, but the downstairs was where she found herself standing in front, her head shaking, 'No, get out of my head...' she told herself as she felt the shadows creeping up on her, blanketing her mentality and heart, slowly into her body.
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