The Monster In the Mirror [Thomas Brodie Sangster]

Part 4

I wanted nothing else in this world, but to go home. But these men wouldn't allow it, I had since learnt their names, the tall man the leader of the three and the most intelligent by far was named Peter. He was a strong man who had been hunting whatever lives in this house for longer then I could perceive. The two goons where lewis and lucas, lucas barely spoke and lewis didn't shut up. They gave me a little dress to wear even if I had no underwear or bra, nothing but this old dress against my skin. They were all sitting in the one room of the house that was fairly upkeep and not destroyed, the kitchen. They had set their own beds up there and even made one for me. They sat up the table playing poker, I wandered through the house curiously the sunlight breaking in through windows and the holes in the walls and roofs. I'm sure back when it was new or at least less run down it could be the most beautiful house. I felt my shoulder and neck stinging as it often did that bite mark hurt so much. I hadn't seen it, they wouldn't allow me to, they just bandaged it up and sent me on my way. As I wondered they kept the kitchen door open and I could hear them from anywhere in the house and Peter kept an eye on me. 

“Where are you going?” He asks me 

“Just looking” I sighed 

“Alright, don’t go too far” 

“I won’t” I said walking through the house, the floor creaking under me, I couldn’t help but walk to the staircase the small stairs of about five steps up to the landing where the huge vintage mirror sat and then the two staircases either side of the mirror. I walked up the stairs to the mirror looking at my own perfect refection. It still seemed impossible to me that this mirror was so perfect it was like if you burnt this house down the mirror would still remain. There where candles on the floor around it that were not there when I was first walked past it I looked at my reflection and at the house behind me but as I did I could have sworn I heard something like music beautiful music but it was so faint like hearing it though a wall or another room, almost as if it came from the other side of this mirror but that's impossible nothing is behind it, it's an outside wall with holes and broken wood, I moved closer trying to listen but as I did I heard a gentle

Tap tap tap

I was in so much shock moving away so fast I almost fell down the stairs grabbing the banister in fear, it must have been my imagination. It's not possible for it to not be my imagination, I went to turn back to the kitchen but those omminus 

Tap tap tap

Came again the mirror visbaly shaking in the wall as if the glass was being tapped hard I stepped closer in this eary quiet putting my hand to the glass it was warm not cold as I had expected it to be I tapped three times and instantly It returned I backed away afaird of my own mind running back to the kitchens and to my small bed trying to think of anything else.