Keys in hand a small knock on the door, I know no ones here but it’s always nice to be plight. Honestly some people need to learn that skill. Being plight I mean.

My old roommate definitely needed a lesson or two. Get this the guy would just barge in with no regards for what’s going on. Once even walked in as I was getting out of the shower, ugh I felt so exposed but hey that in the past as with this small key I finally have not only a place of my own but a hole flipping house. Inheritance am I right. Anyway I’m so excited.

Inserting the key I give a small twist finally opening the grand large set of doors in front of me and, I must say… it’s darker then I expected. Dustier then I thought to. I know gram gram didn’t use this place often but sheesh it looks almost abandoned. Hey it’s still mine now though. I can clean it up. I’ll just take a walk around and assess the damages.

Inside the house is filled with colourful throw pillows a few rather interesting paintings and old furniture. No clue where all the pillows belong there’s just like one every few steps or so. Just some odd possessions for an odd person.

Eventually I also stumble upon a well set up bedroom that looks fancy as flip all. Like it has one of those king beds with the canopy vail thing over top. Once I’ve got wifi here I’ll look up what it’s called. Ether way this is probably one of the coolest looking rooms yet. Still has some random pillows though.

Also there’s this large vanity in the corner with a hole cherry chocolate theme going on. Dark smooth wood making the bulk a nice crimson trim around he hole thing. there’s a cheery magnet attached to the top of the vanity and finally there’s a translucent set of red hair tools lined up on top of it. You know a pair of sizers a comb and this really pretty looking hair brush. May just be my silly little monkey brain being all “oh shiny” but without thinking I just go and pick it up.

This is quite a pretty item. Red, a bit see through almost looks like a crystal of some sort. A bit heavier then I thought but still a nice brush. Not even a hair on it. Wouldn’t hurt to use it.

So that’s what I do. I bring it up to my head and gently begin to run it through my darkly coloured locks. My face is starring back at me through the mirror copying my movements as any mirror dose but something seems… off. Like it’s me my hair my eyes even my birth mark on my nose but it’s not quite right. I just can’t pin it. Oh speaking of pins there’s some hair pins here what if I try… oh god something moved in the mirror. What is that?

I’m moving im turning on out of here I am leaving I’m not dealing with this. A loud crash brakes out behind me.

“What the fu-“ I scream but get cut off as I see a large grey mated mess that looks like an arm break free from the glass mirror.

“ GERAUuooooo THAT iS MINe” the beast roars out reaching towards me. Oh holy my word flipping flip flap get me out of here. I turn around real fast burst straight on into the sprint I never knew I had in me. Hall way after hall stair after stair. not looking back because that’s what gets horror movie protagonists killed and I’m not gonna trip over my own feet either that’s just stupid. Oh shoot a pillow.

Okay that was even dumber couldn’t even have one to soften the fall. Wait the thing is it still. A course somewhat damp fealing wraps around and crawls up my leg. Looking back I see it. A towering blob of hair shaped as some sort of beast.

Snarling it again shouts “ITS MINE” I scream and then everything goes black.