Short stories

#3

We had recently moved into the house, yet it still did not feel like it was ours. There was a strange aura surrounding it. Not to mention the fact that it looked like your typical horror movie house; the roof was falling to pieces, the paint on the walls was peeling, and most of the doors squeak when you open them. My room was probably the least creepy as it was in the best condition, although mum had promised us that she would re-decorate all of our rooms, and the rest of the house. My other two siblings seemed unfazed by the new house's nightmarish appearance, although as both were older they had probably had time to persuade themselves that none of the stuff in horror movies was real, even though based on the looks of the house I'm pretty sure that the horror movie stuff is all true. Trying to ignore the feeling I got walking through the old, dark house, I dragged the heavy pot of paint up into my room. My mum had finally given me money and sent me down to the nearest Homebase store, with instructions to buy some cans of paint to paint over my room and the living room. I had selected a pale mauve colour, hoping it would please my mother.

Luckily my mum approved of my colour selection and helped me to paint over the bare walls in my bedroom. Due to the paint fumes I had to spend a night in another room. Mu had hoped I would sleep with my sister, but the two of us despised each other; she thought she was better than me because she was older, despite me being a thousand times smarter than her. I also refused to share a room with my brother; he too, was older than me, and enjoyed fighting with me until one of us became seriously injured, regrettably I was usually the one to get hurt. I also refused to sleep with my mum as she snored so loudly I was surprised that she hadn't shaken the whole house down. This meant the only other room was the spare room, which is arguably the creepiest room in the house. It had no lighting and there was a full length mirror stood in one corner. It also contained and old, worn out bed, which was where I'd be sleeping for the next few days.

The first night in the room was dreadful. I got very little sleep due to the strange shadows being cast across the wooden floor, causing me to jump every few seconds. There was also an annoying tapping sound coming from what I assumed to be the window.

The tapping continued for a few days until I had finally had enough, I got up and traipsed over to the window trying to find what was making the noise, the tapping continued and I suddenly realised it wasn't coming from the windows. No, it was actually coming from the mirror. The other side of the mirror.