Creaking floorboards careened under Missy’s feet as she walked down the western hallway. She had only visited her godparent’s manor when she was a child, long before the once stately homestead decrepitated. The door at the end of the hall was slightly ajar, so she continued forward to investigate.

Upon reaching for the handle, a shiver raced down her spine, and she lurched backward. Was this the room? She thought to herself, trying to expel the vile rumors which swirled around the town regarding her godparents “hobby”. They were a superstitious couple; they often conducted seances to communicate with those who had departed this life for the next. She opened the door gently, to see a large walnut table in the center of the high-vaulted ceiling graced room. On the table were tarot cards, empty wine glasses, and candles with wax leaking onto the table. In the corner of the room was a large standing mirror, to which Missy walked toward. As she gazed into the mirror, a shadowy figure darted across the background and Missy yelped in utter disbelief.