Broken Mirrors

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Chapter one. 

Lilliana Grey placed the last empty box into the recycling bin. She sighed in relief; her and her fiancée, Mark Morrison,  were finally moved in. The house they had moved into was borderline mansion and had been an absolute bargain. It was called North Pine Manor. It took them a long five days to move from Harbourne city to Gladsville ; a village in the middle of a pine forest. The population of the village was a tiny four hundred compared to the estimated five million living in Harbourne.

She took in a deep breath loving the fresh air. Their house was placed furthest from the village and in the thickest part of the forest. It was beautiful, and so was the house.  With American Gothic style architecture the house fit in perfectly with the scenery. She turned and walked from the drive way through the dark oak coloured door and she marvelled at the hard work the pair had completed. It had taken them two days to take all their stuff to Gladsville and a further three to unpack and place everything in the right spot. Surprisingly the city-style living room furniture went  well  with the dark brown hardwood floors. There were four rooms down stairs: the living room which was on the right side of the hall way, the dining room on the left side and led into the kitchen, then there was a bathroom which could be accessed from the kitchen and the living room.  The hallway led from the front door and up the wide stair case which led to another four rooms: one master bedroom and two other bedrooms which would be turned into a guest room and sitting room. The top floor was then completed with a bathroom.

The house was beautiful but Lilliana couldn't understand why the house had been so cheap and why every room had mirrors and why the downstairs had big thick glass sliding doors which led onto the balcony. The downstairs bathroom had mirrors on every wall. It was strange. The person who lived here before us must have loved mirrors, or looking at themselves.

The front door banged shut and Lilliana ran downstairs. Mark was home. Mark opened his arms and embraced Lilliana. "We're finally moved in!" She said with glee.

"Thank God for that," he sighed. "I hated packing and unpacking boxes."

He gave her a kiss on the lips then walked towards the kitchen pulling her along with him. Mark was tall and lean, he had dark hair and grey eyes. He was very handsome and quite manly with big muscles and a strong jawline. He placed the box of food on the bench and started unpacking it.

"I thought you hated unpacking boxes?" Lilliana teased. He chuckled and threw an apple in her direction.  She caught it and bit down into the juicy flesh. "How far away is the store?"

"Not far, only ten minutes walking."

She put the apple on the table and looked through the box. "Dinner?"

"Spaghetti bolognaise," he smiled and she smiled too, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. It was the meal they each had on their first date.

"Have you noticed the amount of mirrors in this place?" Mark asked.

"Yeah I have, its ridiculous. I thought perhaps the last person who lived here was incredibly vain, or they liked to know what was going on behind them," she said whilst smiling.

"Spooky," Mark laughed.

 

The night went passed quickly after they had had their spaghetti. But Lilliana couldn't sleep. It felt like she was being watched. She stirred and moved restlessly for about an hour until she finally decided to get up and get a glass of water.

She moved out of bed carefully not to wake Mark then glided softly down the stairs only making a few squeak. The clock read quarter to four. She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and moved to the big metallic fridge. Lilliana pushed the cup into the built in water dispenser. There was light coming in from outside;  it was the moon. In the shiny metal of the fridge she could see her reflection. But something was wrong. A huge scar was travelling from her forehead, through her eye and finishing at her chin. She leaned in closer and traced her hand to where the scar was showing; she felt nothing. How strange. The water over flowed from the glass and pooled on the floor, but she didn't notice. She continued to look into her reflection not understanding why there was a huge scar on her face. Suddenly her reflection grinned evilly. Fear gripped Lillian's heart and she stumbled back and slipped on the puddle of water and crashed to the floor. The glass of water slipped from her hand and shattered on the kitchen floor. The lights went on and Mark was by her side in seconds.

"What happened?" he panicked.

"I'm not sure," she said softly, still staring at the fridge.

"Are you hurt?"

"No," she turned her gaze to him. "Is there anything on my face? Like a scar?"

He smiled softly. "No, you look as beautiful as you always have."

She looked back at her reflection in the fridge and it was normal. "I saw my reflection  I had a scar and then…" she trailed off.

"I'm sure you were just dreaming." Mark helped her up and they both decided to leave the shattered glass until morning. Lying in the bed with Marks arms wrapped around her she felt better, but she was sure she had seen it and wasn't dreaming.