You enter the large kitchen, being greeted by a large, marbled island in the center of the room. On the far end of the room, lies a small window that you think you may be able to squeeze through. Though, looking at the marble again, you feel a sense of uneasiness- as the longer you look, the longer it seems to stretch on. Impossible, you think, making your way over to the window- but as soon as you start walking over, you realize you make no progress. You walk towards the window, and yet stand still at the beginning of the island. You run, run, running as fast as you can- yet you stand in your spot.
“Let me out, just let me out already!” You cry, yet only the house can hear your blight. You know you need to leave, yet the dread of being helpless in doing so fills you like lead. This is a witches house, you conclude- an evil place! You’ll burn this place to the ground once you get out, you think frantically- and you will get out. “You hear me house- I’ll burn you to the ground!”
“Let me out, just let me out already!” You cry, yet only the house can hear your blight. You know you need to leave, yet the dread of being helpless in doing so fills you like lead. This is a witches house, you conclude- an evil place! You’ll burn this place to the ground once you get out, you think frantically- and you will get out. “You hear me house- I’ll burn you to the ground!”