She had awoken, her long blondish hair curled beside her warm breath. As she had gasped over and over again for the same satisfaction that the others were given. She was given no word on whether she could awake or even die. She was told multiple times, over and over; ‘You will not leave this place.’ The words echoed in her encased mind. Her skull was covering up the words she wished to speak. Being held back for so long, is it any wonder why she couldn’t speak? Perhaps not. She awoke with her hands fiddling together whilst she smiled with her beautiful lips touching once more. She grasped her pillow with frustration and threw it to the other side of the room. As the pillow landed, the white door sealed with barbed wire had opened.




I was naked, I’ve been naked the whole time? She had thought.

“Now, now. I don’t mean to be rude. I don’t mean to intrude. I just want you to feel in the mood.”

The top hat man clapped sarcastically as he sat down on a wooden chair. He rocked back and forth, ignoring what the creatures were whispering. The little girl was afraid to go near him, at first she could understand him a little more than she could now. Only this time, she didn’t have much to think about. The top hat man presented her with a shocking twist in the tale. He revealed so much more. Naked. Who would have thought? Nobody. Which is why the top hat man felt so happy with his plan. And the way he presented himself to the audience around him. He just smiled and grinned, his grin grew more and more as the little girl approached him feeling a strange tingle in her spine.

“Welcome to next floor.” A voice whispered.

The little girl backed away from them in fear.

Why are you trying to hurt me?  Her mind crept into a whole new memory.

“Nobody forced you to come here, darling. We all have our memories of you.”

Before the little girl could explain herself to them. The top hat man had interrupted yet again. His grin died down a little as he stood up, staring at her with his two dark oval eyes. As he stood up; the sound of a pencil rolling off the desk was heard. It had ended the silence, and the screech of his chair going back against the steel walls around them.

“Allow me to explain.” He said. “You know, I don’t remember anything about this floor. You shouldn’t question them.”


“I’ve got you.” He pat her on the back. “You just need to stay quiet. Stay calm, and you’ll see why I kept you in the dark for so long.”

-- “Why are you feeding her lies?” A small mouse-like voice squeaked.

“She wouldn’t understand.” He grunted.

“I don’t have the right to know?” The little girl muttered.

“You have the rights. I don’t make the rules here, baby.” The mouse-like voice squeaked again.

“Why must you treat me like a baby?”

“Because… it is you who needs to follow rules. I don’t need to follow you or your shadows.”

With that being said, the top hat man vanished into thin air. The little girl looked around her, she could smell a strong cheese-like smell. It messed with her nerves and pushed her to the edge of the room. She couldn’t take the odour much more. It was just too much for her to handle. As she backed up towards the corner of the room, she had an inner thought; if I turn around, they’ll see my naked butt.” She worried to herself. She soon covered herself up with her clothing that just happened to be piled next to her. Did the top hat man leave her with clothes? – The thought occurred pretty commonly. She kept thinking to herself; if he was still here, I could hug him and say thank-you. No matter what the outcome. She didn’t mind being hurt or even humiliated by the top hat man. She was happy to be clothed once again and smiled with her gleaming white teeth.

“Where did he go?” The little girl whispered.

A shadow-like hand grabbed her two stubby legs and pulled her down into the floorboards.

“Welcome to the floor.”

“The floor? This was just the floor?” She questioned the voice.

“Yes. It’s just the floor. It’s just the floor for you, Goldilocks.”

She was intrigued by the name. She didn’t quite understand where the name had come from. It managed to bring back young memories of her playing in a sandbox with her smaller hands and her happy feet.

“Oh dear. Has he sent you again? My, my. I’m not one for talking, dear. I don’t have time to talk to strangers.”

“Why aren’t you a bear?” She asked randomly.

“No reason. I just don’t feel as grizzly as I used to.”

“Grizzly? You should be trying the chairs.” She continued to speak random thoughts.

“Wrong floor, dear. Now please, leave. That red door is what you want. It has what you are looking for. Just go!”

Feeling unnerved and wanting to find the top hat man, she listened to the stranger and smiled with glee. A tall shadowy figure approached her from the darkness looming around the doors. She was pulled in by a long arm and she let out a small yelp, hoping to be left alone. Instead, she was greeted by the top hat man. He looked a little happier than usual. He held his large mug in his left skeleton-like hand. He sipped it like a gentleman and looked at her with curiosity eating up his undead brain.

No, no. She can’t just come back he brushed himself down and pushed his sleeves down. His Skeleton-like hands were no longer revealed to the little girl. She managed to see his bone hands but didn’t get to see the full image.

“Dear. You shouldn’t have—forget it…” he grunted. “I see you have curiosity. Well, my dear. Curiosity killed the cat. So why are you here?”

“I was told to come here. Up—down—there… I don’t know.” She couldn’t think properly.

“Don’t try to guess the impossible.” He smiled.


“No. Listen to me. I don’t want you coming here just yet.” He looked at her feeling depressed. “You should’ve waited for me. Was it that hard to wait with others?”

“Others?” Her mind popped back into reality. “Yes. Others. I remember others…”

“You don’t remember anything.” He bit his jaw. “I crunch parts of my body. Don’t look so surprised…”

“I don’t care. I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh, really? My, my. You come here and you want to ask me something?” His grin grew wider.

“Yes. I was told that you were here. Well, not exactly you. But I was told to come here.”

“Good. I don’t like strangers just burrowing their way into my home.”

She paused, she wanted to say more. A strange memory flickered into her mind.

“This is your home?” She asked.

“Yes… I appreciate you coming here. I really do. It was nice meeting you.” He smiled. “That other floor, forget about it. Why not take a nap over there.”

He pointed to a dark mossy bed. The pillows were covered in some kind of fungi. The mattress was drenched in a dark liquid that had stained the outside of the bed. Sitting in the middle of the blanket was a stain that looked as if someone had peed their pants in bed. She bit her bottom lip and continued to move forward. Following the top hat man’s offer, she agreed to sleep on the floor. Knowing that she wasn’t going to sleep on the bed, the top hat man had something surprising for her.

“My dear. You sleep on the floor?” He looked surprised but it was clear that he wasn’t.

“Yes, I sleep—“

“Nonsense. You do as you wish. I can’t stop you from doing that. Why not, just take a seat and rest for a little. Forget I even mentioned the word nap.”

She didn’t want to be rude as she was the guest of the home. “I’ll sleep down here. Night.”

“…night… I hope the bed bugs bite you.” He laughed.

“That’s not very nice.” She cried.

“Ha, ha. No. On this floor, a lot of differences occur. My home always changes. So you should know this: If you find yourself lost somewhere. Don’t be surprised. If you find yourself outside, don’t be fooled. And last but not least; if you find yourself locked in a room on an unknown floor. I’ll most likely be there to greet you yet again. Have fun, my dear.”

She took a sip of the dripping liquid flowing from the bed’s pillows. Before she knew it, she was once again drugged; she fell asleep without a sound and her eyes felt so bloodshot, hidden behind two eye lids that barely wink another man.


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