Kendall & Cameron | A Supernatural fan fiction |

|7| Mirror Man | part 2 |

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Cameron's p.o.v

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My fingers glided easily over the laptop keys. The wi-fi was pretty sucky, but I had managed to find out quite a lot of information.

Sam hadn't been much help.

He had just sat on Kendall's bed awkwardly shuffling and watching tv for the most part of the time. Although I suppose it was mainly my fault due to the fact I hadn't really let him help at all.

At first he had offered his assistance, to which I had politely refused. I said thanks and everything. But then he started hovering over my shoulder, pointing out websites and details, and pretty much interrupting any chain of thoughts I had going on, so I shouted at him. Pretty loudly.

He seemed to just back away, he awkwardly sat on the very edge of the uncomfortable mattress and switched on the TV.  

His expression was a mixture of hurt, awkwardness and confusion. To be honest, his expression was pretty cute, but I was distracted by the many websites open on the laptop.

I'd found quite a lot of information by the time Dean and Kendall arrived back, and I had already relaxed back into my chair, happy with what I had found out about the creepy old house.

 Kendall and Dean arrived at the door whilst I was sitting back, looking at my laptop screen. I only looked up a moment, before returning to an article, it was the best one I had found.

I could feel Kendall's eyes on me as I heard the door shut and then her footsteps as she walked towards me.

"Anything on the house?" She asked simply. Dean had walked over to sit next to Sam, and Kendall's eyes followed him momentarily before wandering back to me, which made me smirk to myself whilst I read.

"Quite a bit actually" I said. Kendall tried to peer over and see the article I was looking at but I sent her one of my infamous glares. She raised her hands in a surrendering motion and pulled out the wooden chair across from me, sitting in it and leaning on her elbows.

Sam and Dean had wandered over by the time I started to read out the article. Sam seemed to be as far away from me as possible without looking suspicious, but I noticed, obviously. Dean sat down next to Kendall, sending her a slightly un-easy gaze. How cute. I might of sparked up an interest accidently by talking to him.

"Okay, so, in 1851, the rumour is that a woman had been forced into engagement with this man who was extremely wealthy, he brought the house for the both of them. The problem was that she didn't love her fiancé, and one day he walked in on her and another man, the fiancé had a surge of violence, punched a mirror, which shattered, and he then stabbed the man to death with the broken shards of mirror, all the while his meant to be wife sobbing hysterically. She truly loved the man she had been found with, the man her fiancé had murdered, but the tragic thing is that he only did it because he loved her." I rolled my eyes, the article had certainly over dramatized the events, probably to attract readers, but when I noticed everybody's eyes focused on me, waiting for further information, I continued my reading.

"Her fiancé was never heard of again after that, apparently he left the house and just never came back, everybody suspects suicide." Yet another eye roll. "It was said that due to the gruesome way in which the man had been murdered, his soul could never reach freedom, but instead was latched onto the mirror, leaving him forever trapped inside it. The man and woman later found they could have contact through the mirrors. They were happy to be together, it was all that mattered to them. This is why the house is full of mirrors, so the woman could have a constant connection to the man she loved. At first they were only happy, that they could keep in contact even with the barrier of life and death between them, but as the woman aged and the man remained young, he grew depressed, when the wife died in 1878, it's said his ways turned violent. As he grew more lonely, the loneliness slowly drove him crazy, the first murder carried out by the supposed 'mirror man' was in 1916, apparently... there have been many since, and quite possibly, many more to come..."