Literature
Weiss in Wonderland 8: The Beast
Goldilocks ran down stair after stair descending further into the catacombs of the mansion. The paintings grew smaller and fewer and far between, before disappearing entirely. The wallpaper was next to go leaving only grey stone pressing in on all sides. She jumped from red velvets stairs, to creaky wooden tiles, to cold concrete slabs below her. And yet Goldilocks ran. It still wasn't right yet. Too fancy, too noisy, way too old and cold. There had to be something here that was just right. The child jumped another half flight only to spin and hit her knee failing to find another railing or wall that would hold her. The stairs ended here. Goldilocks bit her lip and fought back the tears. There had to be something else. It had to be hair. She limped to the cold hallways and made her way, half-running till she could get feeling back in her left knee. It was fine. She had worse at the bears. Don't think about the bears or that horrible girl in white. There had to be someone else here who
