A little girl wearing a white dress walked down her neighbourhood, she looked up at the miserable sky and

saw a red balloon swishing away with the momentum of the wind. The girl chased after the red balloon until she stumbled upon a sinister house. The little girls black mud eyes gazed at the house; it looked deserted and appeared to be staring down at her. The little girl shivered as she got a sudden thought that the house was somehow alive. As she was about to turn, the front door suddenly opens with a creek and saw a movement pass by. Curious to see what it was, she stepped inside the house. The little girl stood there in awe as she took in the beautiful decaying mess that was once a beautiful mansion. The foyer was surrounded by statues and antique paintings and in between stood the endless staircase that lead to nothingness. The little girl was disturbed by an unexpected commotion, she looked to the door and saw it was closed, frightened, the little girl ran up to the door and tried to open it but it appeared to be locked. The little girl was now panicking as she ran across room to room to find her way out. But the house began to transform itself; terrified to death, the girl ran back to the foyer and saw that where the door once existed disappeared and what stood in front of her was a blank wall. The little girl cried out, and felt something brush passed her; she whips her head around and sees nothing. Too scared to do anything, the little girl sat on a corner and put her head on her hands and began to weep. For three whole days, the girl drifted to unconsciousness. On the fourth day, the little girl found herself on a king sized bed covered in a warm blanket. Confused she looked to her left and found a tray layed beside a desk table and in it contained a bowl of porridge and a glass of water. The little girl stomach began to growl and she got out from the bed barefoot and realized that someone had changed her clothing to a simple black night dress. Not caring at this moment, she took the bowl of porridge in her hand and sat on her bed, she took a spoonful of porridge which tasted sweet and hot on her mouth. As she was eating, her skin began to tinkle. She stopped abruptly and looked around, there was no one here but the odd feeling that she was being watched zoned on her. Later the little girl searched for her way out, but with every turn the world behind her changes, bending to the will of the house, so that even finding a path back to the foyer where she began becomes impossible. Ten years later, now a young woman with dark hair and pale skin that has not graced the sun for over a decade; sat on a corner dressed in black long dress and black worker boots. The girl would wake up every morning to find the same dirty tray filled with the same bowl of porridge and water, just enough to survive and just enough sustain life. She would still wander around the house in search for her freedom but only finding herself trapped. Bounded in a house that whispers and a being that lurks around her; always watching, watching, watching. This figure that haunts her, she no longer feels anything only hatred, for this thing that keeps her here. But soon the hatred for him turns to fear, as she realizes that she would be caged in this house forever. She no longer searches for her way out but instead looks for him, the ghost that she now has grown to love deeply. Her entire existence is hunting him, and only for him she lives knowing without reaching for him, that she would be lost and alone in a dark world that the house has created. Day by day she roams around the hallway and passages in search for him. But like always she never finds his black shadow in passing. Her solitude has made her entire existence dark. So much so, she no longer can tell from a dream to reality. And now sees her love a figment of her imagination. But her mind is constantly raped by him that she cannot see anything anymore but he, her love has cut so deep for him that dying is her only survival than to grieve and mourn for her love. She would call for him every day till her throats begins to ache. But still she cannot see him, tortured and hurt; she screams and weeps, till one day, she looks up from her hand and sees a door open before her eyes. Relieved for the first time, she runs towards the door, but something made her stop. She couldnt get out from the house as she realizes that leaving this house means leaving her love, the only being she knows to love and the only being that has now become her friend. As if the house hears this, the door suddenly slams shut, leaving her in it and never to open again.