Chapter 1

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George set down the last box of his belongings, placing his hands on his hips as he surveyed the amount of work he still had ahead of him. Boxes and strewn about furniture laid around him on the floor of his newly bought house.

Dust was settled about letting George know just how old his house was. It had been built in 1869 according to the seller he had bought the house from. He wasn't too sure about that, seeing as the house still seemed in impeccable shape, other than the few shingles that needed to be repaired and maybe a new coat of paint to the outside. Apparently the house hadn't been lived in for more than 50 years.

George made his way through the clutter on the polished wood floor and into the room he thought looked to be like a living room. Walking up to a tall window in the empty, echoey, room, the brunette observed the view he had before him.

Tall evergreen trees surrounded the plot, and farther out he knew there were fields full of half grown crops of corn and such. The sky was a pretty golden, pink as the sun made its way down below the edge of the trees and shone around their trunks and into the house's windows.

George sighed in contentment, turning back around to grab his blankets and pj's to get ready for bed. He would have to set everything up tomorrow, alone.

He rummaged through the boxes of clothes and grabbed the things he needed, before heading down the hallway and into one of the two empty bedrooms. He flung out his few blankets and laid them down neatly, placing a soft, white pillow on the end.

After George had brushed his teeth and changed, he stepped into his room and turned off the light. He slipped into the slightly soft bed and tossed and turned until he found a comfy position. At least he would only have to spend one night on the floor.

It was a bit chilly in the house, but underneath the covers, George was nice and warm. And with the exhaustion of moving and the quiet of the world from where he was; the brunette was able to fall asleep rather quickly.

George sat up suddenly in his makeshift bed. He rubbed his eyes and let them focus in the darkness. Gradually a humming noise made its way to his ears and he realized that was what must have woken him up.

A bit frightened, and cold. He grabbed one of the blankets and wrapped it around his shoulders, standing up in the process.

He grabbed his phone from the floor next to him and turned on his flashlight. Holding the blanket closed in one hand and the other holding up the phone for light, George made his way through the hallway and to an open door leading down into a brightly lit basement.

A blue haze was lighting it all up, and George could hear the humming coming from below. But what was down there?; was the real question.

The brunette cautiously tiptoed down the stairs, holding onto the railing for support. The basement was empty, as he figured: but the glowing and humming was actually coming from the full-body mirror attached to the wall across from the stairs.

"What the hell?" George mumbled under his breath. Wasn't everything supposed to be taken out of the house? He stepped off the last stair and onto the cold concrete floor.

It sent chills through his socks and up his legs. He shivered as he walked carefully up to the swirling mirror.

Mesmerized by the rippling, water-like surface, George reached a hand up to it and watched in awe as it disappeared through the supposed-to-be-reflective part. He retracted his hand and stared at it. Nothing had happened to it.

He looked back up at the mirror, so then could I go through it? Not wanting to try anything stupid, George backed up. But as he turned to leave the basement and try to figure out what was going on upstairs, he suddenly felt an invisible force tugging at him.

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