I woke up with a jolt in my bed, my slight clammy hands brushing the silk sheets occasionally sticking to them as I looked around the dark room. The room belonged to my late mother who died a few months earlier from heart failure and I was the only child she had, so naturally I inherited this sad old house, nothing more and nothing less. My eyes darted across the room looking at the chipped wood flooring, almost peeling wallpaper walls, my mothers old furniture, and the slightly ajar door.
I don't remember leaving the door open last night before bed. My legs shook and my heart raced as I glanced at the 90's style clock on the side table, it was exactly 3 AM, the devil's hour or so my dear mother would always say. She always told me stories while growing up about how this house was an old witches house, how the trees near the old graveyard would come alive at night, hell she even mentioned one time that our old neighbor Mrs. Bucking was a skinwalker. I couldn't believe any of her stories no matter how dumb or quirky they were, they were just old tales she'd tell me to spook me.
"Close the door, Marie" I whispered to myself as I glanced once more at the slightly ajar door. It was a little cold outside as a waft of chilly air crept its way through the cracked window. I slid my old pair of slippers on and wrapped my robe over my bare arms to keep warm as I walked myself over to the door. The floorboards cried out in creaks as I walked upon them and made it to the doorway, the sound of dripping water could be clearly heard coming from the bathroom down the hallway. I'm not very surprised because it is an old house, there's bound to be some dripping faucets and creaking floorboards here and there.
Before I could close the door fully I definitely heard the dripping get worse. I sighed to myself as I pushed the door open and peeked into the dimly lit hallway. The hallway was just as worse as the rest of the house, it had one ceiling light that would always flicker and the hall smelt like a mixture of mildew and cheap perfume. I crossed my arms tightly to my chest as I shuffled my feet across the floor towards the bathroom down the hall, my legs shook a little bit and my heart was still racing as I neared the closed bathroom door.
The dripping sound of water could be heard even with the door closed. "I should call the plumber in the morning" I thought to myself as I reached out and grabbed a hold of the door handle. It was slightly warm to the touch and felt a bit wet? I didn't think too much on the matter as I opened the door. The door creaked loudly as I pushed it open, it was definitely warmer in the bathroom than the rest of the house oddly enough. The bathroom consisted of an old 1970's clawfoot tub, a pedestal sink with a small mirror above it, a newer toilet that just got installed a few days ago, and a small wicker hamper in the corner near the tub.
The sink was for sure dripping away as I stepped inside the dark bathroom. A cold chill crept up my spine as I neared the sink, it felt as if someone was watching me. My eyes flickered around the room glancing at every single nook and crevice I could find with my eyesight. Nobody was in here but me, myself, and I. I chuckled to myself as I gripped the faucet handles and made sure they weren't loose anymore. As I glanced up into the mirror above the sink I froze in my spot.
I saw myself in the mirror but what sent fear slithering through my bones was the woman standing just a few feet behind me in the mirror. Who is she? I thought I was alone in here! Goosebumps scattered across my clammy skin as she just stood there not moving an inch. Her hair was jet black compared to my blonde hair and her skin....it was just sickenly pale and battered with bruises. "Hello?" I asked just above a whisper. Her hair covered her face as she glanced up just slightly towards me. It hurt to breathe because I was so frightened.
"Why are you in my house?" I asked but this time with a bit more confidence. She didn't say a word, all she did was chuckle and step forward a little bit. My heart picked up with speed as I gripped the sides of the sink, what do I do? I was filtering through options in my head when she ran towards me from behind. I yelped in fright and flung myself away from the sink and landed on the hard tiled floor, my knees cracked against the flooring and ached as the skin split from the impact. My hands slid on the slightly damp floor as I managed to stand up and run out of that damn room. I couldn't scream nor could I find it in me to look behind as I wobbled my way back to my room and slammed the door shut!
