You walk ahead with your vision still blurry, and only stop when you come into contact with some nasty spider webs and bushes. You push your way through the mess, and find yourself in front of a small wooden cabin. It looks mostly dilapidated with a few windows broken and the door almost entirely broken in, but you walk up to it anyway. You still have no idea where you are, and maybe this house has a phone. You peek around the side of the house and come to the conclusion that the place is empty. But you also notice that the back door is open, so you slowly approach it, letting yourself in. You look around the cabin and see that it's modeled like a halloween store. Cobwebs and dusty jars decorate the shelves. A huge empty cauldron sits in the unlit fireplace. There are old books and cages all throughout the small open room. "This is weird... almost like a witch lives here or something." You decide that it's just not worth it and back away towards the door. However, you bump into an end-table near the door instead, knocking a book off of the surface. You go to pick it up and put it back, but you've lost the page it was resting on. Shit. You flip through it for anything that looks like a bookmark, when the page you've landed on starts glowing. You start to back away, but a bright blue light seems to shoot out of the page, covering your body in a warm, tingly glow. The end-table starts to rise higher into the air, and you realize that you're getting shorter! You swear you could hear Madame Rosella's laughter ring through your ears as the world around you gets bigger and bigger. You are paralyzed with fear as you feel every cell of your body shrink to tiny size. You finally stop dwindling when you reach about 4 inches tall... you're no bigger than a mouse! "What the hell happened... was it the book!" You stop talking when you realize that your voice is incredibly squeaky and high pitched, like you'd just sucked down a whole balloon's worth of helium. You look up at the now gigantic end-table in front of you, wondering just how the hell you'll be able to get back to normal. You were so deep in thought, that you barely noticed the rumblings behind you of another person... that is, until a huge open-toed black shoe stomps right beside you. You jump back in fear as it's greeted by a twin piece of footwear on your other side. You take a big gulp, knowing that these huge feet belong to somebody... and you slowly pan up to see just who that person is!
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