Lights On.
A small lightbulb in a girl's bedroom turned on. There was a girl lying on a double bed. Her eyes were opening, adjusting to the light.
"Huh?" she muttered, half asleep. She lifted herself out of bed and rubbed her eyes gently. Figuring that her light was just broken, she turned it off. Immediately, the light shot back on without a person flicking the switch. The girl walked to her bedside table and grabbed her phone to check the time. It was 06:30. Not her usual time to wake up, but she decided to just stay awake, especially since her light didn't seem to want to turn off. Her hair was neatly set in a ponytail that she would quickly take out. Like a waterfall, her long black hair fell to her back. She sat on the end of her bed as her bright purple eyes scanned her room. She didn't know what to do.
This girl decided to get some breakfast from her kitchen downstairs and so she slowly crept out of her room, walked along the landing, and went down the stairs. Once she reached her kitchen, the girl took out a box of granola. From another cupboard, she took out a bowl and a spoon from a draw underneath it. She poured the granola into the bowl and stuck the spoon in it. Yawning, she started to eat the plain granola without even adding milk. She liked it that way: plain, boring, and simple. It was then when she noticed the small white envelope on the mat in front of her door. Hm? What's that? Post at this hour? She put her bowl down and walked towards her door. The envelope had her name and address in lovely, neat handwriting as well as a red wax seal on the other side. She opened the letter and read it in her head.
Hello.
You have been invited to a gathering of sorts inside a local building. It should not take long to arrive, as the location is Area Eight. The facility is a wonderful place to attend, and we were hoping you would show up! Please appear no later than 07:10 today. There is no need to bring any items, aside from yourself. No need for fancy dress, either, please come in regular clothes.
Kindest regards,
The letter ended there. It did not say who it was from. The girl glanced over the letter once more to make sure she missed nothing. Tossing the letter over her shoulder, she walked up her stairs, went into her bathroom and brushed her teeth. Two and a half minutes later, she left, and walked along to her bedroom. She opened her door. She walked to her closet. She took out a lovely white dress with long sleeves, a pair of white tights, and a pair of small white shoes. After changing out of her pyjamas, she left the room whilst brushing her hair. The girl was all ready to leave her house. She grabbed her phone and left her house, locking the door behind her.
She began walking. It was a long way to go all by foot, so she looked at her phone to see if there were any buses nearby. There wasn't. Apparently, not many buses like to go to Area Eight at 06:30am. The girl decided to call a taxi. It arrived quickly, and she told the driver where she'd like to go. It was a long car journey, leading the girl to think of what the walk on foot would have been like. She ended up having to pay £15 for a simple taxi ride, but she didn't mind. The taxi driver dropped her off about five minutes away from her destination, and so she continued walking until she got there. The path was calm, completely empty, and a plain sight. There weren't many trees out but if the girl were to have looked back, she would have seen the massive circle of trees that surrounds her town. Outside the circle, it was desolate. She didn't mind, though, it wasn't like she ventured out that way very often.
After arriving at the run down, abandoned facility, the girl stopped to take it all in. It didn't look very pleasant, not at all like a place to host a gathering. But she didn't care. It was a large grey building without windows. A small iron door was at the front; the girl stood opposite. Dusty, empty, full of cobwebs, and extremely dangerous. This place was not intended to be a place for a friendly gathering, no. Area Eight was much more sinister, a place where hazardous entities not shown to the public eye were kept. Luckily, all of those had gone. Area Eight had shut down a long time ago and was now close to being an abandoned wreck.
The black haired girl in the white dress stared at the building ahead. With a deep sigh, she lifted a hand towards to door, ready to tug at the doorhandle. As she reached out in front of her, the girl heard a footstep behind her.
Suddenly, everything went black.