Alison slipped through the crack in the revolving door unnoticed and found herself on the otherside.
The room, filled with gravestones and wild flowers made her shudder. The indoor rain didn’t help either.
A whirring clanking noise behind her made her turn, just as the room’s robotic guardian knelt to stare her in the eye.
‘You shouldn’t be in here yet‘ the metallic voice echoed around her.
‘I don’t know how I got in here.’ Alison replied, voice shaking as she shivered after realising the room was cold.
‘Go back through the light,‘ the robot said softly, pointing over to his left, ‘and do not return here until it is your time to do so.’
‘How will I know?’ Alison asked, curiously.
‘When it’s time, you’ll know. Now quickly: GO!‘
Alison swiftly fled through the light, and back out through the revolving door. Dry, confused, and glad she was back.
Image and prompt time to die from Michael at Afterwards
This is another writing prompt/challenge I’ve just discovered. I challenged myself a little further by keeping my word limit down to 150.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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