The Help

Chapter Twenty Five

"Wake up Valerie"

I turned over and managed to hit my head on something, I opened my eyes to see I was on a recliner. I looked at Ed who had a pillow raised, ready to strike. I glared at him before he hit me with the pillow, I stood up and looked at Lorraine who glanced back. I notice Ed do the same and I took the pillow and hit him.

"Cheater" He joked and I hit him again, "I just play the cool way" I smiled.

Ed looked back at the table and picked up a throw pillow and hit me with it, I in return hit him back.

"Breakfast is ready if you two are done" Drew said with a smile, Lorraine looked back and on instinct I dropped the pillow and grinned, Ed did the same.

She had a small smile before she turned. "Has she gotten any better?" I muttered and Ed shook his head, "She's still off.. so I need you to step up today.. no matter what Lorraine says, I understand you might be scared–" "Scared? Your the one spirits like to throw" I smiled as I threw my pillow at him.

"Ha ha" He said as he threw it back, I placed it on the recliner. "I'll brush my hair then I'll eat" I said as I went to my bag and grabbed my brush, I went up the stairs and into the bathroom.. it had been cleaned up.

I shook my head before I looked in the mirror, I brushed my hair as quickly as I could and then made it look decent. "Valerie, hurry up!" Ed yelled, "Yeah Yeah!" I yelled as I walked out of the bathroom and began down the stairs.

"Valerie"

The voice was soft but gravelly, I stopped and looked at a door Theodora's door that opened just a little. Well fuck, we couldn't get a good morning could we?

"Valerie?" Drew yelled, "Yeah.. give me a minute" I said as I walked back up the stairs. I opened the door and walked into the room, and for a moment I didn't feel anything.. for a moment I felt some sort of clarity before I was met with darkness and what I could only describe as cold and lonely.. I felt cold and lonely..

I looked around the room for anything that could be worrying.. and I found my eyes looking at a mirror, a mirror that only a child could look into to see their outfit for the day.

I slowly walked over to it and tried to see if there was anything about the mirror that would be in the criteria of "Oh Shit, it's haunted", and once I didn't I stepped back, I could see from my stomach down.

I looked into the mirror to see some sort of.. figure not far behind me.. sitting on the bed, but once it noticed I was looking it stood up, it towered over the mirror like I did..

My body felt frozen on the spot, I felt my heart beating as fast as it could as I saw the figure get closer.. and closer.. I couldn't do anything, could I? Just sit and wait to see what the figure would do..

As the figure stopped behind me I felt as if I couldn't breath, it felt like hands had wrapped around my throat and was trying to squeeze the life out of me.. this felt all to familiar..

The man who had tried to kill me.. the man who broke into Drew's house and had planned to kill us both..

The mirror began to tilt upwards to show the man, his blonde hair and bright green eyes staring intently at me, he held my hands around my own throat.

I was setting up my own demise

I let out a sob, why was I still stuck on this? It was months ago and the man was in jail.. he wasn't real..
He was in jail and this was my imagination..

As if he could read my thoughts the man walked in front of me, maybe to show me just how real this was. I closed my eyes, this wasn't real..

"Valerie?"