Snippet #1801064

Samantha looked around herself, being confused as to where she was and how she could have gotten here. She wasn't the type to just get lost in space and not pay attention to where she was going, yet somehow she just magically teleported from the sidewalk of her suburban neighborhood to this forest that she was currently lost in. She blamed her mother. It was bad enough that she constantly nagged her about not being a social butterfly like she was, but then she suddenly kicked her out the house, saying that she needed 'fresh air'. Taking another deep breath she decided to go forwards, even if she didn't know where she was going, maybe she'd come across something.

And she did come across something, a house that could be described as 'doll like' that stood out like a sore thumb in the foreboding forest. Why a house that looked like it belonged in a Barbie's Dream House playset was all the way out here was another question she couldn't answer, ... Actually, maybe it's for the best, She thought as she made her way to the house, figuring that someone who lived here might help her to get out of here. Once she was on the front porch she knocked and waited. No answer. So she knocked again, her mind picking apart the tacky details of the house only served to annoy her further, the fact that there was still no answer didn't help, "Helllloooo, anyone here?" She called, taking a peek in the windows, only to see that the curtains were drawn, "Gaaah," she said in frustration. She looked at the door, should she...? Well, maybe they need help, She thought, though it was obviously an excuse to not have to be stuck out here. So against some of her better judgement, she touched the doorknob and turned it, being half-surprised about it being unlocked. The other half of her was wondering if this was some kind of warning. She finally went inside. She was sure that even Barbie would be disgusted by how much pink there was. She looked behind her when there was sudden noise, the door shutting itself. And as she expected, there was the cliche of it not opening again, "Great..." She muttered.