The Curtains - Izma

9

"Hey, hey" Susi screamed

"What about the noise that was coming from there?", she shouted, pulling Karen's hand back, her frenzied nature was somehow chaotic.

"Maybe it's from the forest nearby" Edward furiously replied.

We all were petrified but going back was not the option. We all eagerly continued our search to decipher the secrecy behind the motel, to finish what we started.

We spread up

By making way towards the kitchen, I asked May to join me. Eyes snapped to the door as Clair and Edward enters. I turned around, back squinting the place.

Weird! The kitchen walls were all covered with mirrors. The silence was so loud that even the clicking of the heels was so thunderous.

My eyes stricken the fabricated stair case to witness the sight of primeval, archaic Roman Foot Wooden statue of soldier, holding sword in hand, adorned in complete attire, with shielded chains. His neck was wrapped with Laurel wreath and shiny eagle breast plate was hanged.

"What an antique mirror!" May was mesmerizing the beauty of true work, just a few steps ahead.

Breaking my locking gaze from statue, I went towards her, felt like a reflection was following me. Looked back, no one was there. Shutting out nuisance, stood near the mirror.

As I looked at the mirror, I saw myself but not me.

Clair got busy chatting with Edward. I stood still, watching myself, staring the mirror as she demitasses her face and her uncanny laugh echoed my ears. She scratched her face like a maniac.

"You are not me" I screamed, fear laced my tone as I saw her.

By hearing my horrified yelp, they rushed towards me. Held my hand and pushed me out of my hallucination.

"what happened?" Clair worried, her chilled hands were shaking.

"You ok!" May asked frighteningly.

"I just saw myself in the mirror" I stammered, paling face, fallen mouth lost the words.

Their amplified laugh slogged against the walls, "It's a mirror, what else will you see here!", clasping my wrist they dragged me away the mirror.

It was not my hallucination, my brain dwindles. Mind trailing from her fiery breathtaking eyes to her deceitful smirk, felt entombed within her clench.

"Let's keep on moving", May said with a little sarcastic smile on her face, she clearly thought I was making it up.

We reached the owner's cabin. It was pretty dark inside, only a line of light through a broken shed alit the left corner. Hitting the torch light on the room we entered, it was all messed up, files were scattered all over, tables and cupboards were all sabotaged.