I was at the art gallery with my mum, looking at the awards art pieces. Now, I wasn't an art fanatic like my mum, and I didn't really know much about art. But one thing stood out from the rest. It was a painting called 'Midnight By the Ocean'. Even I could tell that this painting was good. I leaned loser to get a better look, I couldn't quite make out a dark shape in the corner. WHAM!!! All of a sudden I could feel my head burning, and a sharp pain in my shoulder. I looked around. Everything was quiet. My mum wasn't there, and she had been right next to me moments before. Realisation dawned on me. I was'tin the room looking at the painting. I WAS IN THE PAINTING!
"OK, OK, stay calm" I said to myself "It's normal for someone like me, a law abiding citizen to just get randomly sucked into a painting, right? NO, it isn't normal!" I answered, again to myself.I had to find a way to escape.
Looking around myself, I saw the painting in greater detail. Behind me, the painting stretched out like an actual landscape. It extended as far as the eye could see. In front of me was a thick sheet of glass, shielding me from the outside world, preventing escape. I could still see outside in to the art gallery, but I doubted anyone could see me stuck in this hellish, darkened, gloomy landscape. The more I thought about escape, the more I realised how impossible it would be to escape. I felt hopeless. I felt like just lying down and waiting for a one way ticket for a ride on Death's train. As I thought about how sad it would be, now that I wasn't getting out, and how I would miss out on those burgers we were going to have for dinner, a wind rushed about my ankles. I heard a whispery voice inside my head.
"You are in grave danger..." The whispery voice echoed through my thoughts, the words bouncing of my skull. I felt strange, dizzy. I could see everything with a silver light radiating off of everything. A hundred voices roared inside my head, shooting white hot pain through my head. My head was on fire. I was dead.
"But surely", I thought to myself, "death wouldn't hurt so much."
"You are in grave danger...danger...danger..."
I sank to my knees and passed out
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