(11/Clara Doctor Who) Shadows of a ghost

"So this is it then?" Clara asked, she tilted her head up to look at the filthy ceiling which had damp marks covering the white twisted vine patterns which lay beneath it. The room her and the Doctor were given to stay in looked like those 'never-been-into' sort of attics which gave her the creeps, the wallpaper which had a line of miniature flowers was torn downwards and the ends of it curled out as it hit the floor.

The rest of the room was well, empty, except for a four poster double bed which stood at the corner of the room, and a body length mirror which had few cob webs dangling down from the golden frame which held the body of it in place.

There were no windows to let in light, not even a single light bulb. The only thing which was helping them view things in was a candle which flickered shadows across the walls, making their postures larger. 

"Yes" The woman who looked like she was half asleep with a messy grey bun pinned against her head replied to her. She had a plump figure, and her half moon shaped glasses slid down to the ends of her nose, wrinkles patched her skin with a line of freckles dotting in different positions across her cheek to nose.

"It sure is cozy..." the Doctor added as he tapped his boots on the dusty wooden floor boards, they needed a damn good cleaning like the rest of the moulded room. 

"I'll be down stairs if any of you kids need me" Ignoring the Doctor's sarcastic comment the woman squeezed her way out leaving both Clara and the Doctor to treasure the room for a bit.

As soon as she left they both relaxed their shoulders, she would just have a moment to stare into their eyes.

"It's so cold!" Clara moaned as she wrapped her arms around her thin frame, trying to heat her self up.

"I know" he licked his finger and traced it around the rotten air.

"Tell me why we even came here?"

"Well if you haven't noticed Miss Oswald, the TARDIS had made its self invisible or drifted away by its self, that old girl can play games, and as we're in the middle of 1945 this is the only good, well by the looks of it, bad hotel we've found. Besides, its just for few nights until I can connect with the TARDIS again" he said and then tapped her nose

"Few nights? I won't even be able to survive one day in this gross thing!" 

"Well I'll make sure you do"

She rolled her eyes at him and watched as he sat on the bed and tested out it's bouncing levels.

"So, what do we do, It's pretty boring" she said as she strode over to the mirror.

She brushed a piece of web away from the corner of the mirror and admired the golden swirls which were finely carved onto the border, at the tip of it rested a worn out crystal, it still had a bit of shine to it and she could see tints of blue sit against it inside.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, not pleased with the mess of brunette hair which stuck out in unusual directions. That's not all which held her attention, she was sure she saw a child's figure staring at her in the background, the eyes of the child were circled black and the image of it disappeared after she blinked.

"Clara?" she heard the Doctor say, breaking her out of her deep trance.

"Yes?" She looked at him, stepping away from the mirror as she did so

"You okay?" 

"Yeah, yeah...I'm fine" She smiled slightly

What she saw, was it even real?