• Eva stared down water flooding the room and soaking the rim of her black lace dress. She was unaware of how she get here or how a painting had water flowing out of it. she looked around the room seeing a small bed and a old oak door against one wall. The water was cold around her ankles and the room smelt bittersweet with seawater and dust. From what she could tell the room was old and in and abandoned house as there was a thick layer of dust covering every surface. the sound of the rushing water and the splashing as it it his the body of raising water was all Eva could hear. She knew the water was getting higher every second and she would surly drown if she stayed she looked to the door and, lifting the rim of her dress, she staggered through the now knee deep water toward the door. she looked at the golden handle it had a thick layer of dust on it and yet it looked nearly new underneath where the dust could not rest. she put her hand around the handle,the metal cold on her skin, and looked to the room. the water was flooding faster and had nearly consumed the bed she looked back to the door and opened it...