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The building is like a bed and breakfast hotel. The dark red carpet is lit up by lamps covered with stain glass lampshades. From what must have been the front entrence or lobby area was a counter to the right. On the left was a hallway that streatched on for about 50 feet, from one end of the house to the other it seemed. Half way through the hallway was another hallway that intersected. At the very end of the hallway a room with two chairs, half cut off by the vision of the doorway frame. A small table sat between the two chairs and a fireplace burning in the center of the room. Stright from the entrence was a winding stair case leading to the second floor.

Standing at the counter, I looked at the girl behind the desk. She’s in a maid outfit, she’s around the age of 20. “Welcome”, she says. I sign my name at the guest book. This point I’m in 3rd person watching from the entrence as I sign the guest book. Back to first person I look down and see two mice dressed like the mice from the movie Rescuers Down Under.

“Well, we’re signed in.” I say.

“Wonderful! I’ll head up to the room now. I can’t wait to see what kind of room we have.” Says the female mouse in a british or irish accent, maybe ostrian. When she starts to climb the stairs I follow behind her in the point of view as the male mouse for a few minutes. Climbing up the spiral staircase built on the center post of the human sized stair case. “What a lovely staircase. Wouldn’t you agree?”

I said nothing but did focus on the staircase. The view at that point zooms out and I see myself climbing the larger stairs. I’m still climbing the stairs but I can also see the maid at the counter. Her eyes were shut but she was standing there almost as if tilting her head in a greatful bowing motion. She had a faint smile on her face and it seems that the talking mice guests were no uncommon thing.

After the first floor set of spiral stairs, the stairs change into a stright pattern. First starting on the right side turning in left and going up still. Now that I think about it, because of the stairs it seemed to have compleatly skipped the second floor because of their length. On the third floor the stairs pattern changed yet again. At the top of the stairs that I was currently at, third floor I’m guessing now but gave no thought at what floor I was currently on, the stairs exited to a hallway, centered, from the stairs which the top of the stairs were centered. I gave no mind to the 3rd floor and continued up. The stairs now were like a two way street. On the left it seemed the the stairs were to be for the fourth floor leading down and the right stairs leading up. I thought this because the left side came down from the wall behind me (or the edge of the house if that helps put it into perspective) and the right side started from the wall (or edge of the house) and went up. I took the right side to go up to the fourth floor. The stairs I took lead to a one way hallway and at the end of the hallway I found, in this well furbished house, a gray wood door that had lost its color and seem in need of repair. It opened smoothly though without creeks or any eery sound.

The door opened inward toward me. More stairs. These stairs were small though leading into the room, 4 maybe 5 steps at most. To the left in the room another strange door, almost like a home made door using several boards and nails, yet still unpainted. In front was a dresser with a mirror on top. Although I was standing in the doorway, I couldn’t see the mirror because of the levels and apperently took no mind to look for my reflection when I did come level with it. As I walked up those 4 or 5 steps I turned my gaze to the right. The room was actualy very small, crampped almost. A maid was setting extra blankets out on the beds. It could very well have been the exact same maid that was at the desk at the counter, though at the time it didn’t matter to me. The beds seemed to be as high as the counter tops of a kitchen and the beds were placed ontop of them, the top of the bed reached the bottem of my ribcage. Two bed counters were on left and right sides of the small room, and the maid fit neatly inbetween them with very little room to spare I also placed myself inbetween the two beds trapping the maid in. She stood near the wall facing me with her hand holding the other infront of her as if waiting for an order to be givin. I’m looking at the right bed and push down on it. I watch it wave from side to side. It was a one person water bed.

“Hmm, should have gotten a diffrent room.” I said turning to the two mice on the left bed.

“Why is that?” the female mouse asked.

“Well, because of your nails.” I said raising my hands and making a short clawing motion.

The mice chuckled and the female mouse said “Oh, they won’t hurt it.”

I look at the maid, nodded as if saying ‘that will be all’, then moved to let her out and she walked out of the room.

After she left I wanted to see more. I had an uneasy feeling about the house itself and its owner, whom still remained unknown. The door on the left side of the room. I wanted to know what was behind it. And so, I opened it. Again inward. Despite the fact that my room was small this room was very large and high ceilinged, almost like a living room that might have had a crystal shandaler in the center of it, but I didn’t care to look up to see if it did infact have one. From where I stood I could see a hallway, or what could have been a hallway, on the east and west sides of the room, and one doorway that connected to another room to the south side. That room that it connected to looked a lot like what the room on the first floor, at the end of the hallway, might have looked like. For some reason a darker feeling came over me at this point. The room had one red chair in the very center of it. The chair sat on a large rug with a gold trim and gold design in the middle of it, perfectly squar to the room. An old wood trimed television, infront of the chair, off the rug, and against the wall, sat solitary. If you were to sit in the chair, an ashtray stand was on the left, and a small round oak table on the right. For some reason the image of a ‘retired nazi’ came to mind. I’m still not sure why such a thought would cross my mind. Although, with that thought in mind I began to look for anwsers to questions I did not know of. Maybe my question was to find out if this was indeed a house of a ‘retired nazi’.

Inbetween the north wall and the hallway on the east side of the room was a sliding door closet. I opened the left side first. The closet was full board games stacked from top to bottem with almost no room for anything else, but stacked in such a design that if you were to pull one out they would all stay in place. Unsure why, I started looking for a game, but looking in the manor that I might get caught and be in trouble if I was. I scanned over many of the games quickly. Among the games I remember seeing was; monopaly, yattze, life, bingo, and checkers/chess. When I reached the bottem of the stack on the floor I sat down on my legs. In the center of the closest, with much light, there were toy army soldiers, tan and green. A few stood up and a few were laying down. I closed the left sliding door and opened the right. After I had opened the right I noticed a maid, possiably the same made from the counter and my room but I couldn’t tell because their outfits and hair color were the same, stood in the doorway behind me (east side). Her hand was placed on the doorframe about shoulder high and a look on her face of that of a women who stumbled across a room with a loved one that had been murdered and was now looking at the bloodied corpes. Her mouth was slightly opened and looked as if tears were about to start streaming from her eyes any second. Although I was worried about the girl she said nothing. I felt that the anwser to this strange scene would be found in this closet and began to franticly search the games again. I saw the same thing as I saw on the left side. Games stacked up to the top of the closest and the toy soldiers on the bottem laying on the floor. It confused me that these toy soldiers were the only toys/games out of the box, and that forced me to focus on them yet again.

That was when I heard the crack of a cane that pounded loudly to the wood floor. I quickly turned my view to see a man in a red robe with the same pattern that matched the rug. The cane in his right hand and a glass of scotch in his left. He was old, around sixty or seventy with white hair and had an angered look on his face like towards a kid that had broken a vase that he had once charished dearly. His gaze was apon me. I felt guilt and a sence of fear brush over me.

He turned his angered gaze to the maid, who was now trembling with fear as she stepped foward. He shouted something that was either mumbled or in a language that I didn’t understand or maybe it could have been both. He raised his black cane with a silver head and hit the maid on the her left leg so hard that she fell onto the floor. Tears now flowed from her eyes as rubbed her leg and tried to stand again, but she hadn’t screamed in pain. It was as if she was a mute, just gasps of breath could be heard. My heart sunk and I rose to my feet. The man staired deep into her eyes for a few seconds to make sure his point was made. At that time I could see three other frightened maids standing in the doorway of the south room. Two hiding behind the shoulders of the maid that stood in front. The man turned his head over his shoulder at me and grinned only for a second then turned and sat down in the chair. He set his scotch down down on the table and lit a cigarette that was in one of those long black cigarette holders and puffed a few times till it was burning well. I took a few cautious steps toward him.

“Please, sit.” He insisted. There was a chair behind me from where I had just came from. I can’t recall there being a second chair in the room but there it was. I sat down. I wanted to ask him a few questions but he spoke before I could. “You are our honored guest.” He said it with a creepy smile. A maid had poored another glass of scoth and had set it on the table without me noticing. The glass was there but I don’t remember any movement, but there was a maid there with a pitcher of scotch. Odd as it was to have scotch in a pitcher, that wasn’t a question I was concerned about. Then, I went to reach for the glass. I never got a chance to pick it up.

Thats the time I woke up.