I do believe that I will continue to write about Trilby. There is another door on the other end of the room. Trilby enters it. Inside this room is a fireplace with a large hunting rifle on its mantle, a few vicious-looking animal heads, some very old sepia prints, and a strange-looking wooden idol in a glass bell jar. There is also a man wearing a leather jacket standing in the middle of the room. As Trilby enters, the man looks around and spies him. " Well, it's about time!" the man says. "We've been stuck here for too long! Now, where's the exit?" Trilby says, confused "What? I'm not sure what you're talking about." The man, slightly disapponted says "You mean you're not here to rescue us?" "No, I've only just got here myself," says Trilby.
"Hmm... Well, what's your name"
"Trilby"
"Well Trilby, I suppose I should give you a formal greeting, my name is Phillip, and as of right now, you are a prisoner of this house"
"A prisoner?"
"There are five of us including you, the others are exploring the house. There's me, A student from the boarding school nearby (whose name I can't remember), Simone (something), a reporter for the BBC News, and AJ, who won't tell us anything about himself"
I love that you are continuing with a story. Quite entertaining. I think that you should keep going with it! :)
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