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Hi, my name is Ib. I'm a 9 year old girl.
I was in an art gallery with my parents and I came across a
certain painting. It was really big. All of a sudden, the lights went
on and off. Then there was nobody in the gallery. It was pretty
dark. Weird things started to happen. Ladies who came out of their
paintings and headless statues started to chase me, hands came out of
the walls. The entire gallery came to life. I met a man named Garry, and
we teamed up to look for an exit. When I first saw him, he was on the
floor. I tried to call out to him, but that didn't work. I tried to massage his
shoulders, but that seemed to put him in more pain. I looked around the gallery and
saw a painting of a lady wearing blue pulling out the petals of a blue rose. I managed to
get the rose and get away from the painting. I placed the rose in a vase full of water, and the
rose looked healthy again. Garry seemed to be feeling better, too and I gave him the rose. It was
a little while after we talked that he told me his name. He moved a statue that was blocking the door, and
we kept looking for an exit. We then met a girl named Mary. She was about my age. It looked as if she was
looking for an exit, too. She joined our group. We ended up being separated, so we had to find a way to get back
together. Mary started to act funny after a while. It turned out that she wasn't human. She was a painting. She started to
chase after us. Garry and I came up to a room blocked in vines. There were yellow roses on the walls. Garry burned the vines
with his lighter and it turned out that it was Mary's room. She walked in, and we ran to the painting and burned it. Mary
dropped the palette knife she was holding and turned into a pile of ashes. Garry got cut by the glass, so I gave him my handkerchief.
We came up to the same big painting again, except it was like a portal back to where we came from. "Once you go in, there's no
going back. All your time here will be lost. Will you still jump in?" Garry jumped in, and my mother appeared. She was telling me not to go,
but I took Garry's hand and he pulled me into the painting. I immediately forgot what I was doing. I walked around the gallery and saw a man
looking at a sculpture of a rose. He said he felt sorrowful he looked at it. He apologized, saying sorry if he said anything to trouble me. He walked
away, then noticed the handkerchief. I told him that it was mine. He noticed my name on it, and the blood on it. It was at that moment that we
both remembered what happened. He wanted to return my handkerchief later, since it was bloody. That's when he told me that we'd see each other
again.
(Promise of Reunion ending)
Sorry for basically saying the whole story. @`@ I didn't know how to fill up my profile more! D:>
Again.. Sorry. 
