White Noise

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Lilah and I go downstairs. I wave to her. She waves back and fades away. I lay back down on the air mattress, I close my eyes. My mom turns over and wakes up.

"What were you doing honey?" She asked in a hoarse voice.

"I went to go get water and look around." I say taking a drink of my water. I close it and turn over. I silently breathe in and out before I go to sleep.

**Time skip **
I wake up, in a happy mood for some reason. I get up and find my clothes to wear that day. I pick out a Pierce the Veil shirt, some ripped jeans and my black vans.

The house has electricity and outlets to plug things in. So I go the bathroom to straighten my hair. I turn on music on my phone and I plug it in then set my straightener to the lowest temperature so I won't fry my hair. The bathroom had a vanity mirror with lights along the top. I brush my teeth then brush my hair.

When I went to spit in the sink, I look up in the mirror. I see the curtains on the shower pulled back and someone hanging by their neck on the rack for the curtains. I gasped but I don't scream. I cover my mouth and stay there staring at the body.

It wasn't Lilah or her family. It was a woman who must have lived her before. She had bruises around her neck and she had blood dripping from her wrists. She opened her eyes then looks at my. She gives me a devil grin. I stayed there looking in the mirror. I was too scared to turn around.

She put he feet on the edge of the tub, takes off the noose, then steps down on the floor. Her eyes were black like Lilah's.

"Why hello there darling!" She says while taking a step towards me. My music wasn't playing music anymore. It was White Noise. I try to move but I couldn't. I stayed looking at the mirror.

"You look lovely today!" She says. She wasn't american. She had a 1800's dress with a hat that had flowers. The flowers were wilted and he dress was wrinkled with blood stains.

"H-hello." I choke out. I haven't let out the breath I was holding.

"I'm Hannah, I'm dead. You must be Skyler?" She says while rubbing her neck where the noose was.

"That's some terrible white noise isn't it?"

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