A/N: This is my first fanfic, so you'll have to bear with me for a while! Please review! I don't care if it's mean, but I want to hear your feedback! Thanks!

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I ran down the hallway and stopped when I heard my name. "Annabelle!" A desperate voice came ringing around the hallway. I turned to where the voice came from, and quickly looked around my surroundings. I was in a dark hallway painted tan, and rugs that were maroon. It was an odd color palette, but I didn't focus on that. I felt like I didn't have time to.

I looked down to my outfit, and saw that I was wearing tan shorts, and a pink tank top with a grey, light sweater. I finally got to a large door, with big brass doorknobs. But it was locked. I frantically bent down looking for a way into the door. Something stabbed my leg, so I slipped my hand into my pocket. I produced a key that fit perfectly into the door. Right as I twisted it, the voice rang out again. "Don't Annabelle. It's a trick. Don't come in here!"

The door swung open, to reveal an empty room. The room was long, really long. Unending. A single chair sat in the middle of the room. I took a step forward, and the chair slid back. I had no idea why it was sliding back or why I felt the impulse to get to the chair, but I continued stepping forward anyway. Suddenly, a man was sitting in the chair, bound by odd, glowing green rope. I couldn't make out his features, but what I could see, he looked troubled, and distressed. He shook his head and looked down to his hands in his lap. Despite me not knowing who this man was, I felt compelled to go help him, at least try. No, I really wanted to succeed. I took a step forward, but the chair slid back once again.

I ran to the mystery man, until I couldn't run anymore. The room was unending. I collapsed in the middle of the floor, only to see figures advancing on me. I shut my eyes tightly, and when I estimated that their hands would be on me, all I felt was cold. I screamed.

I shot up off my pillow, and looked at the clock. It was time for me to get up, but I couldn't get the image out of my head of the poor man sitting on the chair, waiting for me to mess up. It was almost like he knew I was going to run to him, yet I didn't even know the guy. Shaking and crying lightly, I rolled out of bed, and got up to get ready for the day.

So, there you go! My first chapter of this story! I will try to post often, if I get reviews, but I promise I won't give up on this story! Just review! I don't care if it's one word, or 100. Haha. Just review!