She crept down the unfamiliar hallway. Where was this place? This house was old, she knew that. Or at the very least, styled like the old Victorian houses used to be. But it seemed so...authentic. She was taken a bit by surprise of how real this seemed. She knew her other daydreams--she prefered that term to delusions, delusions made her feel crazy, daydreams sounded safer--had a very real feel to them a lot of the times, but this? This almost seemed different, somehow. Maybe she was deeper into this one than the others or something. She wasn't sure.
She gasped upon hearing someone call her name. Was it one of her fake friends she'd made up in her head? Or was this reality trying to break through again? A nurse, maybe. "Who's there?"