The Hidden World Chapter 1 My shimmering, light blue eyes open to unfamiliar surroundings. The last thing I remember is me running as fast as I could at the graveyard in the pitch black night. I can't remember what from exactly however as soon as I heard the church bells ring twelve times I knew my time was near. I was only seven. How I died, I cannot remember. Unfortunately my memory is crowded with thoughts of curiosity and determination. As my eyes adjust to the brightness in here, completely black, I kneel and lift my heavy head. With my arms out I in front of me I desperately search for a light switch. Suddenly I feel something hard ... plastic. The tips of my fingers are dripping with what I think is sweat, so unfortunately my fingers keep on slipping down the plastic. Eventually I get a grip on the piece then push the bottom of the switch down. All of a sudden an unbearable light shines down on me, a lot like a spotlight. As I push myself to my feet I take a glance around the room I'm in. All the walls are as White as snow with a glossy touch to them. The floor is carpet a browny colour; close to chocolate but not quite.