an unappealing feeling

the first hall in the house is incredibly long. 450 feet long according to the dusty, flickering neon signs that were hung diagonally across the hallway from each other every 25 feet marking the distance from the threshold. 

there was not much additional light, so, as everyone impatiently ducked under the front garage door (which was rising painfully slowly on its loud, trembling motorized chain pulley) and clamored into the mansion's entryway, we all kind of froze and waited for the inflating and deflating of our vision to cease and allowed our eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness after the dangerously powerful, blinding billboard that the helicopters outside were displaying at our faces. everything began to come into flittering, reddish clarity* after a moment or two and we began to slowly move down the hallway with great caution and a refreshing, newfound feeling of team unity that had escaped us back 3 minutes ago when we savagely beat each other to gain first access to a situation that was seemingly becoming quite the kid-dudley's gulch. 


*there was beautiful, heavily varnished wainscoting of some variety of dark wood and lightly gilded dark maroon or purplish wallpaper that had an almost hypnotic swirling pattern that was somewhat disorienting due the shifting, vibrating light from the only light sources/distance indicators, and also from having our (struggles' and mine) only form of nourishment for the day come in the form of a certain type of moss that we cultivate right in the shipsgreenhouse and which has hallucinogenic effects that vary in intensity based on many variables that we have only speculated as to what they might be. we're pretty sure one important variable is eating nothing else for two days.