The house in which I moved to with Clay was rather old,and very eerie, however, since we were there together (like a family) it would eventually become bearable, after all- I have no choice since I had the argument with my parent.Dad was gone- and my mother was an alcoholic, oh, I'm Heather by the way.
The whole surrounding area in general was very mysterious and off-putting. The house belonged to Clay's great,great grandparent, however she died due to suicide. Nothing had been touched inside, not even the evil, extremely terrifying dolls and ventriloquist puppets.The grandparent had made them, and none looked the same, and they all had their own special carvings,evil faces, and haunting charm.
As Clay sorted out all of her makeup in to her room, I was in the only black room in the house, alone, with the scary dolls.Everything in the house was pink, and bright. The dolls had their eyes on me, nothing felt right here. I swear I saw the heads twitch a few times, but I figured it was my mind playing tricks on me, since I am very paranoid and anxious. I uncovered some of the furniture until I got to the last.Covered in a black sheet. I yanked the black sheet away from the piece of furniture, to uncover a rather beautiful mirror. I started in at myself. My pale, freckled skin and rosy red cheeks looked rather irritated,and almost scratched up. Most likely all of the dust,and dirt. My ginger,curly hair was everywhere, most likely from the terrible weather outside.Staring at myself for a while longer, I didn't look like myself,if that even makes sense. I saw from the corner of my eye, a figure walk past me,I just assumed it was Clay, or her parents
Boy,was I wrong.
