A NIGHTMARE ON A STORM

AURORA

“Mom went too hard on the code. She was meant to make it impossible for everyone but me! Dang it!”

I admired the space we all dropped in when we first came down and thought it had to be the best part of the mansion because it looked like somewhere you would travel to in a good dream. It was a large roomy area that looked like an apartment, the lights were so bright that you would’ve had a problem differentiating day from night, and in this case, it was already pitch dark outside.

The cream-tiled floor caught my eye first with interesting and innovative designs that made me think of walking on the ground and the large equally tiled walls of matching grace drive you to reminisce of the sun. If it was a bit cooler in here, I would rethink returning to the surface—it’s not like anything better is happening up there—but I still didn’t understand how this was a mansion. It’s just a… looks like I was wrong because the best and better parts were yet to come.

There were MORE floors and