Jordan

　　My dark replica frowned as he saw that I had saved myself from the boiling hot magma that could have killed me, but then he glanced at my sword that was lying on the floor.

　　It fell when I was about to loose balance.

　　The frown disappeared and quick got replaced by a smile.

　　He began to walk towards me, but quickly, I focused on the floor before him.

　　He quickly stopped walking and moved backward as the floor before him turned into a large hole filled with boiling hot magma.

　　“Not bad,” he shrugged and then smiled wickedly, “but It’s nothing special either.”

　　Immediately he said that, the magma hole once again changed to the rocky floor and as I was still on the floor, he dashed at me with his sword.

　　“Good bye,” he said and raised up his sword, bringing it down for me. I raised up my hand and closed my eyes as I waited for him to stab me with the sword.

　　Nothing happened and I began to feel different. I could no longer feel the heat from the hot magma around and I could not the rocky hard floor beneath me.

　　There was a gentle breeze blowing on my face and the floor beneath me was soft.

　　I slowly opened my eyes and saw that my dark replica was no longer standing above me and there was no scary sword hovering over my face.

　　I looked up at the sky and saw that it was the normal blue colour and the sun shone brightly.

　　I grunted as I stood up on my feet. Where did I bring myself to this time.

　　I looked around and saw that I was in a street. The street had only trees and houses on both sides of the road.

　　There were also cars parked around, but it was there was nobody and it was completely silent.

　　I slowly walked through the road, looking around for any sign of life. Human life.

　　There were birds chirping and butterflies flying around.

　　I stopped walking as I stepped on something on the floor.

　　I moved backward and looked down to see that I had stepped on a newspaper.

　　Out of curiosity, I bent down and grabbed the ruffled newspaper. I looked at it and read the first words I saw on the front page.

　　‘CHESTER ST SE’

　　I was about to keep reading further, but a butterfly flew in my face. I swiped my palm in front of my face and it flew away.

　　Just then, I spotted the first movement and sign of life up ahead.

　　There was a big house up ahead and the doors of a car parked in front of the house just slammed shut, although I didn’t see anybody close it and there was no body around.

　　Curious, I dropped the newspaper back on the floor and walked towards the house. I stopped at the front porch of the house and I looked around.

　　There was nothing. I glanced at the car that just had it’s door closed and I shook my head.

　　That couldn’t have happened just on it’s own.

　　“Anybody here?” I asked, shouting so that somebody, anybody could hear me.

　　My voice echoed through the empty and silent street, but there was no reply.

　　“Who is there?” I asked, shouting again and my voice echoed everywhere again. There was no reply.

　　I looked at the front door of the house and saw that it was slightly opened.

　　Cautiously, I slowly walked up to the door and I took another glance at both sides of the street before grabbing the door knob.

　　I slowly pushed the door open and the little creak sound also echoed everywhere. Everything was completely silent and in an eerie kind of way.

　　I walked into the house and slowly closed the door behind. I looked at the walls and finally found a switch, turning on the lights.

　　The house was beautiful and simple. There were few couches in the room and there was a television at the adjacent wall. A antique wall clock hung at the edge of the same wall the television was.

　　There were also beautiful paintings, mainly paintings of natural scenes hung on the wall.

　　I heard a sound come from a room and my eyes darted at the room. Slowly, I walked towards the room hoping to see someone there.

　　Someone who doesn’t look exactly like me in a dark kind of way.

　　I grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door. It was a kitchen and no one was inside.

　　I looked around the kitchen and saw the source of the sound I had heard. The gas cooker was on and there was a kettle on it.

　　Someone had probably been boiling water here and it must have left it alone. The kettle had turned red, it was rattling and releasing steam.

　　I went there quickly and switched off the gas cooker, moving backward immediately so the kettle doesn’t fly in my face.

　　I was about to leave the kitchen when I noticed something behind the fridge. I could see the edge of a door peeping from behind the fridge.

　　A secret room.

　　I walked to the fridge and touched it, looking at it curiously. I decided to push it aside and unlike I had expected, the fridge moved out of the way easily.

　　It didn’t even have any weight. It was fake.

　　The door didn’t have a door knob or a way to open it and I looked at it up and down.

　　I slightly pushed the door with my hands and to my surprise, I heard a loud creaking sound. The walls parted into two sides and even the door shifted with one side of the wall, opening a door sized path before me.

　　That’s incredible.

　　I walked in and it lead to a small narrow room.

　　What the heck! What was the purpose of all that dramatic wall opening and secretive path when all it lead to was a tiny and narrow room that could barely fit four people.

　　I was about to walk out when I noticed the sound of the floor beneath me. I stopped walking and gently stomped my foot on the floor to listen to the sound.

　　That makes sense. There’s something under this place.