(( Sorry for being so phased out. I made a reply a few days ago but it didnt show up and I was angry with computers so I didnt try again and then I forgot about it. I was meant to have been sleeping on the lawn...but that is obviously going to be dumb since it would mean that I am oblivious to everything razz so.....))
Somewhere in a small room of the mansion Delia was pounding on a door. The room was dark so she could only see odd shapes in the shadows, nothing concrete to allow her to know where she was.
She had strolled in the room and the door had slammed shut behind her, at first she was unconcerned about it until she tried the handle. It would not budge.
A wave of panic hit her as it felt that others in the house were hurt, scared, or just angry. The feeling of a new presence, one she had felt before...sinister made her feel the need to get out and help more urgent.
Long after the original panic Delia was now sitting on the floor ocasionally trying the handle to be sure it didnt loosen. Constantly knocking....It was completely dark...so either there were no windows...or they were covered by very heavy fabric.
Delia sighed heavily as her music turned to "Sisters are Doing It for Themselves" by Aretha Franklin...it then beeped once to signal that five minutes remained of battery. She smiled ruefully into the blackness.
*~Purple Moonlight Haze~*
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