She had already covered it. She was sure. Before lowering the blinds on the ground floor she had been up and hung a heavy sheet directly over the mirror. She wondered exactly how it could have fallen down for a brief moment before dismissing the thought and carefully hanging the mirror back up. The thought returned...the sight of the bare mirror, the sheet carelessly on the ground, it did seem strange. She was further unsettled by the look of her frightened reflection, hesitating at the edge of the bedroom. She slowly crossed the bedroom and paused before bending to pick up the sheet, her hand froze as if there was something poised under the sheet waiting to strike her outstretched hand.
Such nonsense. She smiled but still hesitated. That's when she suddenly remembered the strange grin of the antique dealer, his features seeming so unpleasant and out of place to her. She shuddered at the memory. Hadn't he mentioned her name when offering to help with the loading?
She stood straight and looked into the mirror. If Lars had heard that...
"You buy an overpriced, and frankly ugly mirror, just to hide it away five minutes later under a discoloured bed sheet!?! That's bizarre, even for you, Lara".
She smiled when she heard her husband's words, words that he never actually spoke.
Lars has been dead for six years.
Yet there she was, clutching an old sheet getting angry at herself. What's this nonsense about?
The merchant had not mentioned her name.
The mirror did not make her
uncomfortable.
The sheet had fallen to the ground for
natural reasons.
She would finally go to bed and
tomorrow find a new place in the house
for this (really quite ugly) mirror.
Very simple.
She threw the sheet over the mirror
and breathed deeply.
That's when there was a sudden knock at the door.
