Footsteps echoed of the walls of the empty hallways. Darkness surrounded everything, but a light wandered around. A lit candle, guiding the way for a curious young girl. Her knee-high dress had a haunted white color, just like every wall she looked at. Her big blue eyes glowed with absolute interest, showing no fear of the blind darkness.

What hid behind the next corner? What was going to be revealed after the door opened? Where had the ones who once lived here gone? Who had left all the furniture behind to gather dust for a time longer than the girl's age?

Every now and then she would pass a picture frame, but all of them lacked a picture or painting. At the end of a hallway was a door, and at either side were mirrors reflecting each other. She walked past the glass, and without her notice, only the candle was shown in the reflection.

The door opened easily, but with an ancient shuddering. It creaked all the way until it stopped moving, only then did she enter. In there were pictures. Lots of it. As she studied each image and painting, they seemed familiar to her, yet they did not.

Suddenly her candle flickered, and then the door shut without a single sound. She didn't seem to mind though, as she kept looking at the different pictures. The last picture she saw was a little girl, but her face was covered by something, like a dark veil of shadow.

Slowly the face on the picture became clear, making the young girl gasp in horror and drop her candle. Somehow though, the candle landed perfectly, as if only placed hurriedly on the floor. It flickered again, and then the girl vanished in the shadows, letting the small flame burn itself out.