“What are you doing? What made you suddenly do that?” Tamara asked. She sounded exactly like my mother.
“I heard voices, and this place gives me the creeps” I replied. “You’re talking a load of rubbish! I can’t hear a thing; you must be imagining things. Come on, lets go and have a closer look, and if anything happens, I promise you that we will come straight back out. OK?” I regretfully nodded my head, and followed her closely behind.
As we approached the entrance, the door was locked, but it was so rotted, that it took Tamara one kick to take the whole door down, she used to do kickboxing when she was younger. We stepped inside, and it was just as bad as the outside, except for one thing. Every single room had a mirror in it, and each mirror was perfectly clean, and mirrors don’t stay that clean by themselves for decades. Even Tamara couldn’t come up with an explanation for that one.
“Don’t you look pretty in that mirror” I heard the old lady say.
“THERE IT IS AGAIN!” I shouted
“What?”
“The voices! Didn’t you hear them? I wont to go back . . . NOW!!” I cried. Tamara agreed, as it was getting dark, and the thought of being in a forgotten house at night even gave Tamara a scare. We turned around and much to our surprise and horror, the door was back on its hinges, just like it was before. Tamara frantically tried her kickboxing skills again, but the door would not budge. There was no way out. The windows in the house were too small to get through, and the framework was somehow unbreakable. We had been trapped. A kind of scraping sound came from the back living room, which made Tamara jump. She had never done that before. She started to dislike this place just as much as I did. As we edged forward, it became louder and louder. We were just outside the door, and I put my hand forward, and before I even touched it, the door creaked open. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was the old woman, and the little boy. In the woman’s hand were two huge knives, and she was running one along the other. She turned around, stared into my eyes, and turned around again.
“I told you someone was here, and now I’ve got proof!” I said.
“What are you talking about? There’s nothing here, and I can’t make out where that stupid scraping is coming from.” Tamara shouted, she didn’t seem too pleased.
“Can’t you see!” I said in a loud whisper. “Can’t you see that old woman and that boy?”
“OK, This is starting to freak me out,” Tamara replied. There was a mirror at the back of the room, and as Tamara moved into its vision, she looked terrified.
“So that explains why I could see them and you couldn’t, I take it you can see them now?” I said.
“Yes, and there looking this way, we better move!” We ran for our lives, and I saw Tamara go into a room on the right, whilst I headed upstairs. I searched around for somewhere to hide and I came across a large wooden wardrobe. I clutched the freezing cold doorknob and yanked the door open. I was so shocked I almost died. There was a man with his face to the wall, with a knife in his back, and then it all became clear. The knife that was in his back was exactly the same one as the one the woman was sharpening. The man started to move. At first I thought he was alive. He twisted round, and almost fell on top of me. I dodged the body and it made a large thud as it fell to the floor.
“He’s up there!” I heard the boy say. The sound of feet coming up the stairs was the sound of my death. I was just about to try and escape when I noticed a piece of paper in the man’s top pocket. I had no time to read it, so I took it with me and found another place to hide, but I had no luck, so I mould have to play hide and seek. I got out the note and it read ‘If you read this note, you’re in trouble, but there is one thing you can do. Smash every single mirror in the house, and you will be free’ I started right away, and somehow managed to break all the mirrors without the woman and the boy seeing me. “Smashing all of these mirrors is going to bring me so many bad years of bad luck!” I thought to myself. I searched for Tamara, but I could not find her. I came to the entrance, and the door was already broken down, just like it was before. I stepped outside and ran for my life.
The good news is that I never went back to the house, but I never saw Tamara again.