liv perrin dancing

[dancing]

liv perrin

Fine, I’ll do it, I’ll go through the door. I said firmly, frustrated that my friends were making fun of me. I slammed the door open. It was another dusty old room covered in white sheets just like the rest of the house. I walked in and immediately felt off, as a spiritual person, I took that as a bad sign, but I kept going, I had to prove them wrong. Then I started to feel dizzy, my vision started to blur. Get out of here! Said a solemn, worried voice in my mind as I felt myself fall towards the firm, grimy, wooden floor of the ancient house. The last thing I heard before I passed unconscious was my head hitting the floorboards, and cockroaches scurrying away. I needed to get out, but it was too late, I had already crossed the threshold. I don’t know how long I was unconscious but when I woke up, I was on a fancy carpet with white and gold details. The walls were tall and rounded with arches that looked straight out of a mansion in a history book, I looked around and there were potted plants on my sides. The short hall was dimly lit, but there were large windows on my right side. I sat up and faced a set of double doors, standing luxurious and proud. I was dazed. Am I...dead? I thought to myself. An aching pain shot through my head, I winced. I guess not. I looked around, there’s no other door except for the double doors in front of me. Where was I? What was going on? Why was I here? I stumbled to the doors as I was still dazed and confused, but before I got to it, I heard something. It was faint but I could still make it out. Was that...I opened the doors as a rush of chilled air came

flowing out at me as the open doors revealed a beautiful and whimsical scene. Music! I walked through the door leading to the spacious and fancy ballroom. There were about a hundred people in 1910’s style expensive suits and dresses paired up and dancing as the live orchestra played at the front of the room. The room is an assortment of colored fabric and all I could hear was the orchestral music that was playing, laughing from the people around me, and chatting. I slowly snaked my way through the ballroom. The ceilings were high with realistic murals you would find on a church ceiling. The roman doric esque pillars in white reached all the way to the painted ceiling, at least 50 feet. The floor was checkered with black, gold, and white marble tiles. Then I looked up amongst the people around me to see a colossal crystal chandelier as I stood right below it. It was beautiful and must have been 10 times my size. I spun around under the chandelier. All of a sudden everything went silent, I stopped and looked around. Everyone who had previously not acknowledged me at all was staring at me. I had gotten really freaked out. I remember getting dizzy and passing out again. I woke up to my friends around me shaking me awake. I was on the grimy floor of the old house again. What had just happened? It was probably just me hallucinating due to my new anxiety meds, but hallucinating wasn’t a side effect. Let’s get out of here. My friends and I collectively agreed. I took one last look in the room at a corner and saw a shadowy female figure dressed in 1910’s style dresses. “You should have never opened the door,” she said, then disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Well… Something bad’s about to happen to me.