The Mouse Maiden

It all started with the mice...

Vanessa walked into the house carrying her bags, she froze in her tracks, she starred out the window, "What's wrong?" Asked Cassandra, stuck behind her friend in the doorway. "The view... it's breathtaking... why was this place so cheap?" "Mice." Cassandra replied. "Oh. I can deal with mice." Vanessa's eyes were still fixed on the sunset over the lake. Cassandra pushed her way through the doorway and briefly looked out the window. "Huh. It is pretty." "Just pretty?" Vanessa couldn't beleive Cassandra thought it was just pretty. "Yeah. I have an uneasy feeling about this place though." Cassandra started up the stairs to put her bags away, and Vanessa followed. "How come?" "If it's just a mouse infestation, then why don't they just set traps?" Cassandra started to put her clothes away. "Maybe they do. The mice just come back." "If that's true, then why did the landlord tell me not to set traps." Vanessa lookd d at her friend perplexed, and said. "What exactly did she say? You could have interpreted it wrong." "No. Her exact words were Don't set any traps, the mice don't like it. You don't want to anger the mice, do you? That's what she said." "Huh. Stange." Vanessa was still willing to deal with the mice for the view. "It's more than strange, it's creepy. I mean, what would the mice do?" Vanessa turned to her friend, making a 'spooky' face. "They could eat you alive!" Her voice going up and down. Cassandra laughed. "I doubt that." "You never know!" Vanessa laughed aswell. Cassandra yawned and crawled into her bed. "I think it's time to go to bed." Vanessa agreed and went to her room, falling asleep. In the morning, Vanessa woke to sound of Cassandra screaming from downstairs. Vanessa rushed downstairs. "What!? What happened!?" Cassandra pointed to the sink in horror and Vanessa walked over to it, and when she saw what was there, she let out a sharp yelp herself. There was a pile of dead mice in the sink, some where smashed to a pulp. "What do you think caused this?" Vanessa's voice shaked. "If I knew do you think I'd scream about it?" Cassandra looked angry. "Just asking. Hey, why do you look so mad?" Vanessa knew why, but she didn't want to admit it. "You set mousetraps, didn't you?" Cassandra was making more of a statement than a question. "Maybe..." Vanessa looked guilty. "That's what did this! You angered the mice!" Cassandra looked like she was about to cry. "You don't really beleive in that crap, do you?" Vanessa was starting to believe it too, but she didn't want to. "Yes!" Cassandra pointed to the floor, and Vanessa looked down, she gasped, on the floor, in bloody letters, it read, the mouse maiden isn't pleased, "Who's the mouse maiden?" Vanessa's voice sounded quite uneasy. "I don't know, but you upset her." Cassandra said, starting to clean up the mice, then from behind the two girls came a voice, a raspy, tired voice, "Those are my mice..."