Sarah's polite request for a room with wi-fi and no large mirror had been a total strategic victory, at least. Be it due to inherent kindness or due to September being so off-season for the area, the Hexhdale Grand Hotel had turned out to be extremely accomodating to its guest. Since the only rooms with wi-fi in the barely-modernized turn-of-the-century building were the suites on the fourth floor, that was the upgrade that she had been given, for a nominal fee - which she wouldn't have to personally cover anyway. A suite upgrade wasn't too much to ask from her employers after they sent her to be haunted by the reflection of a serial murderer, she thought.
Speaking of reflections, her request for a room with no large mirror had also been granted - a pleasant surprise, since she had tried her best to make it sound like a very minor detail that she didn't really care about. Look where a little bit of old-fashioned politeness can get you, she thought, Mr Hexhdale Ripper could sure learn a lesson or two about manner'.
Of course, the very first item on her agenda had been to systematically patrol her new suite looking for any and all mirrors, silver knife in hand. Having only found the one in the bathroom, she had proceeded to promptly cover it with an extra sheet which she fixed in place with some duct tape she had tactically bought before returning to the hotel. She'd need to tear it down every time she left the room and re-apply it when she got back, as she didn't think she could explain that to hotel staff, but she judged that it was a small price to pay in exchange for closing a highway to whatever demonic dimension that man inhabited.
Once the sheet was firmly in place she had sprinkled some salt all around the mirror - why not, couldn't hurt - and proceeded to pace around the bathroom clutching the knife, like a complete lunatic. Only then, having felt no suspicious drafts or eyes watching her, had Sarah allowed herself to finally relax.
The suite, while not a world-class gold-plated apartment with triple jacuzzi, was nothing to be scoffed at. In line with the rest of the hotel, it felt more like the renovated master bedroom of a victorian mansion, with wooden furniture that was tasteful without being gaudy and a huge bed covered by an authentic canopy draped in dark red, a fact which had genuinely made her giggle as she swam in the soft mattress. It made Sarah feel like the protagonist of a gothic novel waiting for her suave vampire lover to knock at the window - a thought she violently chased away as soon as it appeared.
Speaking of windows, the view from the fourth floor was fantastic as well. Hexhdale's sloping roofs and red bricks gave it almost a postcard look, especially now with the setting sun. She recognized the cathedral's spiky steeple, the beautiful train station which had been her very first taste of Hexhdale, the main street, some remnants of mid-20th century industrial architecture. The Grand Hotel's street was also quite lively, with people hurrying back home and the lights coming on in a restaurant in front of the hotel. I should try it out tomorrow, Sarah thought.
Finally at ease in her new room and feeling the need for a long bath, she started to undress and prepare it. After a moment of hesitation, she grabbed the standard-issue Bible in the bed's drawer and placed it in front of the bathroom's mirror - again, couldn't hurt, right? - before sinking into the pleasantly hot, scented water.
Sarah stepped out of the bathroom draped in a long, soft, red bathrobe fastened around her waist. Time had flown and it was now completely dark, so she walked to the large double window to close the curtains, but instead found herself mesmerized by the view again. The lights of Hexhdale at night were so beautiful from her elevated position; and the illuminated buildings on the hotel's street gave it quite a cozy atmosphere despite the rain. Right, it's raining again, she thought. There were still some people passing by and the restaurant in front of her, perhaps about one floor lower than her suite, was full of customers. For just one moment she wished that someone would secretly notice her if only for one vanishing second, dressed only in her majestic bathrobe, keeping a memory of the beautiful disappearing woman at the window forever.
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Mirror-Breaker
FantasíaParanormal erotica. As they say, what happens in the mirror stays in the mirror.