Scar Adventures Beyond The Door Arc Part Two The Door

 The Door

At night Scar lay in her bed, it was a single bed with a black and blue striped quilt. She had her eyes closed though she was not asleep. She just could not shake the feeling that there was something strange about the house or the calling she had been feeling all day. She thought that that sleep would be able to shut these things out of her mind. Yet part of her dreaded when sleep would overcome her.

Then came the whispers. She thought that they were the others talking in their sleep, yet she knew that she did not recognise any of the voices. She tried to ignore them, yet she heard them getting louder. Soon she realised that they were coming from under the bed. She let out a slight huff as she tried to shut them out. As the night wore on the whispers became louder and louder. They soon became more intense. She covered her ears to block it out,  however that did nothing to silence them.

So, slightly annoyed with herself, she slipped out of bed and looked underneath. Her eyes met a strange silver blue glowing coming from under her bed. She soon crawled underneath and soon found that the glowing was coming underneath the wooden floorboards. She soon narrowed where the glowing was coming from to underneath where her head.

She, entranced, reached out and spotted that there was a loose floorboard. She gently pulled the floorboard out and put it to the side.

Strange… Why is this floorboard loose like that?

Scar, I think that you ought to stop!

Yet she slid up and looked down to see a crimson velvet chest.

What am I doing? Stop this and get back into bed! You're a normal girl! Stop this and be a normal girl!

She slowly picked it up and slowly opened it and the glowing stopped. Her eyes were looking down at a ruby key. The fingers touched it and she picked it up. 

I did not expect that! What a beautiful key!

With that the whispering stopped and she punt it away. She then put the floorboard back and was about to slide out of the bed until she heard a creek. She looked out from under the bed, all her senses were alert, her eyes darted around to see who it was. She soon found that there was none.

Must have been a mouse or something. She concluded as she slid out of the breed and got back into it. She soon went to sleep, seemingly moments later she woke up screaming. Her mother rushed in and wrapped her arms around the girl.

"The witches-the witches…"

She was always like this. She would always wake up from these nightmares, muttering about the witches. She had long since tried to tell her about this. All she knew was all that she could price together with the limited information that she was given. This was, before she arrived at the home that she adopted from, she was raised by a group of women that called themselves the Scarborough Witches for the first five years of her life. Whoever they were, had abused the child and used them in their cruel delusion. Whatever they did, traumatised the girl to such a degree that, even though it was seven years since then, it still affects her now. She did not even have the ability to tell her regardless of how many times she asked her to. She has nothing but her mutterings after waking from her nightmares.

She rocked and shushed her to sleep. She was soon asleep and tucked into bed. She put her hand gently on her head. It was hotter than usual but she knew that it was nothing to worry about. So she stayed there until she became sleepy. She then went to bed.

Meanwhile Bill and Bliss woke up from her screams. They both walked out of their rooms. They too heard whispering, but this time it was coming from the attic. They soon found themselves following the whispering. They did not know why but they continued to follow it to the attic.

The following day Charlotte and Scar woke up and they soon went down the stairs. Yet during breakfast they noticed that Bill and Bliss were missing. They then looked around and could find nothing of them. Regardless of where they looked there was no trace of them!

Where are they? They thought.

Then she heard the whispering again. She then remembered the night before and then started to follow the whispering. She then walked into her room and then walked out of it. She felt like her instincts started to take over as she let the whispering guide her. Then she heard the whispering change and she walked to the stairs. She walked up the stairs and entered the attic, where she was greeted by a room filled with fifty doors, all different colours.

"Scar! What are-" she started to say,  yet she stopped dead in her tracks the moment that she saw the determined look on her face.

"Are there other rooms in this place?"

"None that was on the brociour."

"Then where do they lead?"

"I...don't… Know…" she said.

She then looked down to see her adopted daughter take out the key. She frowned as the girl looked at the doors. There was a strange look on her face, like the girl was in some trance that gave her the look of being more ill than she usually did.

"Scar?"

She moved to the door nearest to them.

"It's this one." She said as she opened it.

Suddenly they were looking at a green sky and floating islands and what looked like small miniature planets in it. There was a long field with purple flowers that none recognised. They walked through the door without thinking and the door closed behind them.