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Evelyn

A fter a full day of moving old junk and getting myself covered in dust – and changing clothes twice thanks to that jerk – all I want to do is just lie down in bed and never leave again. Unless it's for food, of course; I could eat for an army right now. But because of a certain petite blond right in front of me, I will not be able to do either of those two things.

“I told Toby to get me the pink one and you know what he got me?”

My friend might be small and have an innocent look all over her but she sure is a force to be reckoned with when things don’t go her way. Her big greyish eyes stare up at me while expecting me to answer her question.

“I’m going to guess it's not the pink one?”

“You're damn right it wasn't. He got me the green one. Green, can you believe it! The colour of that puke emoji.”

Britt’s hands are flying all over the place as she keeps babbling. I don’t even know what she's talking about. She always gets upset over these dumb things and I’m so hungry I can’t even think straight, so I’ll just pretend I’m listening for both of our sakes.

As we walk towards the house, a feeling of unease strikes me. I quickly open the door. Feeling like I’m being watched and I don't like it. I turn my head to see if anyone is behind us but all I see is that old burned down shed in the garden. Why they are just keeping it there is beyond me. But then again, this whole rundown mansion gives me ‘creepy horror movie’ vibes so maybe it’s to keep the theme going?

The moment I step foot inside the house, a chill tickles down my spine. I turn towards where Brittany was standing, noticing she's gone. What?

"Brittany? Where are you?” I walk into the living room and kitchen while yelling her name, but no answer comes.

I try to see if she is still outside, but the moment I touch the door knob a harsh sting hits my fingers as if a million needles are going through them. "Ouch! What?” I whisper to myself while moving away. I pull the sleeve of my sweater over my hand to try again. Grabbing the knob, I try to pull it but it won't budge. Crap! What is this? Am I going mad? Is that it?

TAP TAP TAPTAPTAP!

Loud stomping comes from upstairs like someone is running. Is this some kind of prank Britt is trying to pull on me? I walk towards the stairs, looking around for anyone trying to jump scare me. “This isn’t funny, Britt!” The moment I step a foot on the stairs, the stomping stops and I can feel the hairs on my body rise. “What the f – ”

Pure anxiety freezes me as I feel cold stinging air pass the back of my neck as if someone is breathing on it. Trying to gather as much courage as I can, I move my head to look into the mirror that’s hanging on the wall. My breath gets stuck in my throat. No, this isn’t real, I'm not really seeing this! A blueish pale woman is standing behind me, water leaking out of her mouth, her long wet black hair dripping down on the floor. Her eyes seem like they once had colour, but are now turning completely white. She looks like she drowned days ago, like she's been dead for a while.

Those eyes turn towards mine in the mirror and a loud gurgled wail leaves her throat.

“AAAAAAAAAH!”

I scream so loud my throat starts burning and no more sound comes out, then run up the stairs, stumbling down as I hit my knee and a sharp pain shoots up, making me almost fall down. I grab the railing and bite through the pain while I keep running up. Shit! My door, it’s still broken thanks to that heathen. I run towards the first door that I see and slam it as hard as I can.