That night, Dean could not get to sleep. He slowly got out of bed and walked passed the window. As he walked passed the large vintage mirror by the bed he saw a flash of something moving by the closet. Taking a closer look, Dean sees two children standing blankly with somewhat evil stares straight at Dean. Blood started to spread through their clothes as if they had just been cut. They looked down synconysed and held their stomachs. Dean turned around to face them, but when he did, there was no one to face. Dean could just see the shadow throughout the room from the glare of the window. He rubbed his eyes from exhaustion and looked towards the hall. All he saw was a dark abess, and two pairs of bloody footprints leading downstairs. Dean's eyes widened.
He looked back towards the mirror feeling a wave of paranoia, a gasps at the sight. (ok just saying like this oart and the rest if the book is really cheasy...) A woman, the woman was standing in the place if his reflection. She look back towards a body on the floor in the reflection. Dean could finally see his reflection, but lying on the floor, towards where Molly was looking, as if she was telling him the future. Dean was astonished, and terrified, starring at the same figure from the other night. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud ear piercing shrill of the mirror cracking and falling to the floor.
All of a sudden, everything went black.
(Woah drama...)
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Molly
RastgeleDean McCloud was more than ready to pack his bags and leave the city for the country side. His new house had its problems, but were not nearly as bad as he thought. After learning about the houses past, who knows how long he'll stay in his new pride...
