Chapter 1: The Art Gallery

A family of three walked into the Art Gallery. Two boys looked around, one of which was bored. He looked over at his dad with dull eyes. Their father was looking around the entrance and made his way to the front desk. He paid for their tickets and came back to the boys with a happy face.
“Let’s go look around, shall we?” He grinned.
“I don’t want to go!” The bored boy groaned.
“Come on, Al! It might be fun!” His brother grinned meekly.
“And it’s not like I can just leave you all by your lonesome.” Their dad said.
The boy groaned again and walked into the gallery with his family. They walked around and saw many works by an artist named “Francis”. The boys’ father loved the artist and felt enamoured by his works. The bored boy thought all the paintings were weird and didn’t understand why both his father and his brother loved them.
He looked around as both of them were staring into a painting of an undersea fish. He yawned and decided to walk off. He ran around the gallery and saw a huge painting in the back. There was lots of blues and greens. He titled his head as he stared at it.
“The Hero’s World…?”Alfred muttered as he stared at the painting. As he continued to examine it, he noticed that there were red and blue roses as well as strange frames with red and green ladies in them. He jumped when the lighting changed.
“What was that?” He muttered. He ran over to where his family was and noticed they weren’t there. Actually, he noticed nobody was in the gallery at all. He ran around the gallery and returned to
“The Hero’s World” portrait once more. He sighed and looked at the frame. Blue paint was dripping down to the floor.
“Huh?” He sighed. The jumped when red writing appeared on the floor.
“Come in Al?!” He read. He looked at the creepy writing and sighed.
“Come on out, Dad!” He shouted. “This isn’t funny!”
No one returned his call. He figured that his dad was hiding somewhere. He looked around once more and decided to leave the gallery. He went downstairs and saw blue foot prints as he made his way to the first floor of the gallery.
“Were those there before?” Alfred murmured as he saw that they stopped in front of the fish painting. He looked around and didn’t see anyone around. He followed the footsteps and disappeared from the art gallery.

“What?” Alfred exclaimed as he looked around. He was in a dark hallway with red and blue paintings around him. He looked around nervously and ran down on of the hallways. He walls around him echoed with the words “Come” over and over again.
He stopped in front of a nightstand with a vase. The vase held a red flower. The floor looked like it had been sitting there for a while. He looked around and picked up the flower.
Alfred moved the nightstand to the side and opened the door. He jumped when he saw a painting of a brunette. She was smiling in the picture and her hair looked like it was about to fall out of the frame. Under the painting there was a blue key. He picked it up and looked at the picture again.
“WHA!” Alfred exclaimed as the painting changed its face to one of a crazed look. He looked at the plaque on the wall beneath it.
“When the rose wilts, so too will you wilt away.” Alfred read. “That’s weird….” He looked at the painting once more and ran out of the room. He looked around the hallway once more and the word “Thief” decorated the blue walls.
“I’m not a thief!” Alfred said defensively and ran down the hallway. He looked at the stairway between the two paintings and noticed the stairs were gone.
“HEY!” He exclaimed. “What’s going on here?!”
Alfred looked around once more and went down the other hallway. He entered another room with the key he had found. The next hallway was covered in green carpet and wallpaper. There were paintings of insects on the walls. There was a column with a warning on it. He walked up to it and read it.
“Beware the edges?” Alfred said. He looked down the hallway past the column. He looked at the hallway and ran past the paintings next to the column.
In the next hallway, there were paintings of a caterpillar starting out as a larva and evolving into a butterfly. He entered through the door next to it and found that there was a hole in the floor.
“Aw man!” Alfred groaned. “Now I hafta go down that creepy hallway.”

Alfred returned to the previous hallway and stood next to the column. He stared at the green wall that stood across from him with determined eyes. He gulped and ran down the hallway. He yelped in terror as dark hands grasped for him. He stopped in front of the wall and ran for the door.
“NO! Don’t be locked!” Alfred cried out. He felt tears beginning to well around his eyes. He rubbed them away with his jacket sleeve and cleaned his glasses. He stared back at the creepy hands and trembled.
“I wanna go home…” He murmured as he looked around. He noticed the ant painting next to him. He noticed that the painting was hanging loosely on the wall. He took it and looked at it.
“What do I do with you?” He said. He looked around and remembered the hallway with the hole in the floor. He gathered up his courage and ran down the creepy hallway and entered the room once more. He put the painting on the floor carefully and made sure that it didn’t fall into the darkness.
“It worked!” He cheered. Alfred ran across the painting and heard a squish under his feet. He looked at the painting and the ant was covered with its own blood. Alfred stared at it blankly and left.
He entered the next hallway and found yet another painting and a red manikin. He stared at it with a confused look.
“What’s a Power Man doing here?” He said bewildered. He looked at the ground beneath the painting and found another key. The manikin moved towards him.
“Hmm?” Alfred looked at the red manikin. He backed up and ran away as it chased him.
“I’m not evil! I’M A HERO!” Alfred hollered as he ran away from the Red Power Man.