i. i'm on my way somewhere. sometimes it's school, sometimes i just don't know. i left my brother behind and i have to go back and get him, but the sky is grey and cloudy and it's about to rain. i have to hurry up. people stop me to talk, they need things from me. i try my best to do what they ask of me and get to my brother in time, but by the time i make it home it's too late. my mom has moved out and the house is empty. no one is home and i have nowhere left to go.

ii. i move into an old house. it used to belong to my father. it's made entirely of glass, except for giant wooden doors and whatever lies behind them. every night, something chases me. i can't see what it is, but i am afraid. i bang on the doors and try to open them, just to get away from it, but family members warn me that what's on the other side is worse. it doesn't matter, i can't shake my curiosity and i desperately need to get away from what pursues me every night. then, it happens. i open the doors one night and suddenly i am in an old house. there are hundreds of rooms filled with furniture covered in white sheets. old wallpapers and yellow-brown carpeting. strange bathrooms. a labyrinth of rooms to explore and discover. as i uncover the furniture, my fear grows. i cannot see it, but my family is right and whatever lies here is worse.