Monica stepped into the room, watching her shoes sink into the blood red carpeting. "It's wicked in here." Chirped a little voice from the back of the room.
"I know."
"Please don't come in."
"But then what will happen?" The room was silent.
Monica put one foot further into the room, and repeated this pattern until she stood in the center, looking up at twinkling chandelier. She closed her eyes, and the room began to swirl. The ceiling dripped and the floor gave way, leaving Monica falling. "I warned you." The voice faded away as Monica tumbled weightlessly through the stale air.
She landed softly on the floor, which s