The old wooden door slowly opened creaking at the hinges before stopping. I lean forward putting my bare foot cautiously inside holding my breath for a second. The big room stretched out before me outlined in blocks like a chessboard. My light clothes move as I walk past the only small window in the room, a breeze blowing softly over the edges. I turn my head to the window seeing to my surprise an only dove looking back at me with its small black eyes. My feet start moving to the window when my ears pick up the soft sound on bells in the distance.

A small feeling of panic wraps around my chest and I stand still refusing to turn in the direction of the sound. I stand there hoping that it goes away but it doesn´t. My ears listening to the calming sound of the bells and something inside of me makes me turn around.

His blue eyes stare at me with striking beauty, the paleness of his snowy white skin luring me to come closer. The bells around his ankles kept the same rhythm no matter what movement he makes. I come closer and he smiles. The only dark shades on his face come from the dimples that appear, but his eyes feel empty. The smile is honest but something is missing from him. He turns his head and I see a single silver tear running down his cheek even though his keeps smiling. My mind delves into pictures I seen and I realize that he is a jester, his clothes stripes of white, blue, red and yellow. I feel almost enchanted by the sound of the bells and I find him standing next to him my heart beating gently in my throat. He turns his face hiding the tear and points his finger out in front of me. I look and see another shape in the distance. My feet move towards it and he doesn´t stop me.

The shape comes closer but I can´t see its face hidden in the dark of the night. It´s dressed in the uniform of a guard with thick black and whites stripes running down his body but I can see a thin red line running down his chest. The jester stands next to me and a few moments later the guard open its eyes. The green-grey shimmer from the black face startles me. His face is cold and lifeless only his eyes proving he is alive. They look soft and caring and I know he only looked at me briefly. The jester quickly moved to stand next to him but I can still hear the bells. They look so different yet seem the same. A warm blow of air washes over me and yet I can´t shake the feeling that something is missing. The guard reaches out to me but before he touches me he points his hand to the left.

There was a chair in the middle of the room with an old man sitting on it. I feel scared of him and I shake my head. The jester smiles, still, and I look back finding the chair standing closer. It´s only then that I see a young lady standing next to it, her arm resting on the side of the chair.

Her porcelain face looked cold and dead and I move closer to see if she is a statue. A soft satin dress hung around her petite body the silver and faded purple colours lightening up her face. When I reach her she moves and I look into her chocolate brown eyes making me smile. She means no harm and I can see that she is trying to smile but the porcelain mask on her face would not allow her.

I turn to the old man and my smile falters. The green of his clothes makes him look human but he doesn´t have a face. It doesn´t scare me - I know he´s there, he´s just hiding.

The bells come closer and I look behind me to the jester and guard. They are keeping their distance from the old man and lady and I see the guard quietly move in front on the jester.

A sudden rumble of thunder echoes through the room making me spin around to the small window just in time to see the single lighting blot flash in the midnight sky lightening up the whole room.

I look back to see if they saw the lightening but they are gone. A chill creeps into the empty room and I wrap my arms around me turning back to the open wooden door that brought me here.