one painting burned

[thehangedrose]

[Open the journal, and you might hear the slight mumble of somebody talking to himself under his breath.]

Okay, so right now, I need to go get eggs, and milk, and ooh, stop by the laundromat for the handkerchief, and-

[There's an abrupt pause.]

Wait. This isn't...

[Garry looks around, realizing that this is not the place he was in before. No, this isn't the outside of an art gallery. This is a lobby of some building he's never been before. Huh.]

I'm...just going to leave now. Yes. [There's the sound of stamping as Garry wanders over to the door of the lobby.] See, there are doors, I can just go and lea-

[CREAAKKK. The doors opens, and that is definitely the outside. But not any outside he knows.]

...What. Why is-what's going on? And what keeps poking me in my coat...?

[A few ruffling noises, and then suddenly, whatever Garry has discovered in his coat sends him into a state of agitated hyperventilation.]

No. No no no no NO NO NO. Th-this...this can't be happening. This is all just  some sort of mental kickback to what happened before, a-and...why do I have this? I shouldn't have this...

I'm finally going crazy, right? That's it...that explains everything. Good for you, Garry, you're insane. I knew that place would do horrible things to my mental health...

[A long pause, before he adds, quietly:]

At least I haven't seen any dolls yet...

Comments

[both_neither]

It's hard to explain, but sometimes it's little things, like the week the books the in the library started affecting things around them. It seems to like to do weird things for holiday's too. But sometimes it's bigger. The first week I was here, we were all in Paris. Or...it looked like Paris. I'm still not sure about that one...

[thehangedrose]

...

[What.]

How were you all in Paris or, erm, look-alike Paris? Does it send you somewhere? Or change itself? That's...really quite bizarre.

[both_neither]

I wish I knew. I didn't get too see much of it, but I heard it wasn't actually possible to leave the city. More likely that it changes itself, I think. It's sort of like living in a funhouse sometimes.