The Forgotten

Chapter Five

I rubbed my eyes and sat up in my bed. Unaware of the time I called back,

"It's too early!"

To which she replied,

"How on earth did I raise you to become so lazy, GET UP NOW!"

I sighed and shouted,"

"Okay I'm coming!"

I dragged myself out of bed and pulled on my outfit for the day, just like any other day I decided on black jeans and a band tee. I opened the old blinds and rushed down the stairs. It was in that moment I noticed a beautiful ancient grandfather clock that I had not paid any attention to the day before. It was magnificent and gave the hallway a sense of pride and justice. The clock face read 11am and I realised that actually it wasn't that early.

After devouring some left over take-away and brushing my teeth we headed outside. On that day I had the joy of sitting in between my parents on the trip to the shops. It was the least fun I've had in my whole fifteen years on Earth. Discussion was minimal and the radio lost connection every couple of miles. Eventually we arrived at a small village and found a little car park to park the van in. We spent a while driving around looking for a space, when we finally found one I almost cried with joy. We parked the car and I was thankfully able to escape my parents for a while. As I got out of the car my Mother handed me fifty pounds along with a strict set of instructions,

"Your Father and I are going to get some food and maybe some bits and bobs for the house, this money is for you to pick up some things in order to decorate your new bedroom. You will get no more than this so spend it wisely. Do you understand?" She said as took the fifty pounds and slid it into the pocket on my jeans.

"Yes." I replied.

"Good, meet us back here in an hour or so, okay?" She added.

"Yes boss." I laughed as I began walking into the main street.

The village was nothing but a disappointment, the street was full of charity shops and little businesses. At one end of the street was a Tesco but it was pretty small and looked like it would barely stock enough food to feed a family of two.

I walked up to the first charity shop and headed inside. It was very busy inside and smelt like old people. There were two workers inside and they both looked like they were in their sixties. They watched me as I peered around their shop. What's with old people and not trusting young people. I headed to the back of the shop where I found 'antique' house decorations. Before I could blink one of the ladies was stood behind me looking over my shoulder. Her breath smelled like prunes and she'd had so much plastic surgery I didn't know what was real and what was fake.

"Can I help you?" She croaked.

I shook my head and responded,

"No, I'm just looking."

Within a second she'd disappeared and returned with a small vase in her hand.

"Do you like this?" She said creepily.

I shook my head again and proceeded to quickly leave the shop. I headed into the small business next door. The shop was called 'The bedroom boutique' so I assumed it would be would be everything I was looking for.

Inside looked posh and way out of my price range but I still decided to look around just in case anything was reduced. I did actually find a rather pretty mirror that was thankfully on sale for £14. It was vintage looking and had scuffed white paint around the edges. I decided I was going to buy it so I carefully carried it up to the counter where there was a fancy man stood behind the till. I placed the mirror onto the counter and pulled out a twenty pounds note from my pocket.

"This for your bedroom kiddo?" He said in an American accent.

I nodded as he put the mirror into a bag. I gave him the money and he handed me my change, as I collected the bag from the counter he said,

"Have a good day."

"Thanks." I replied as I left the store with my first purchase.

I decided to head to Tescos to see if they had anything that would be of use to get rid of the hideous paper that was currently in my room.

After about fifteen minutes of searching I eventually found the 'home improvement' isle. I picked up a tin of white paint and a tin of dark blue paint. I then found a new bedding set that was reduced. I carried the three items to the tills and handed over fifteen pounds to the check out lady. I headed out of the store and realised that I didn't have a paintbrush so I rushed back in and eventually found one that was quite cheap. I scanned it through the self checkout and ran back to the car-park. My parents were already back at the van and the back was filled with shopping bags. They were sat on the curb tucking into sandwiches.

"Here you go." My Father said between mouthfuls of bread.

He handed me a cucumber sandwich and after I had placed my bags in with the rest I sat down and inhaled my sandwich.

"What did you get?" My mother questioned.

I explained my shopping experience to her and after we'd finished eating we headed home.

We unloaded the van and I took my new purchases up to my room. I placed the mirror on the desk and balanced it against the wall. I then turned on my music up to full blast and began attempting to strip the wallpaper. Thankfully it was so old that it basically peeled away in my hands. Luckily the wall under the paper was in quite a good condition and so it was going to be easy to paint over. After stripping the whole bedroom I discovered something very disturbing. On the left side of the attic on the wall near the window, in small red writing were the words,

'get out of my house.'

I felt like crying with fear but I sort of realised it might be a prank or a joke. I opened the paint grabbed a brush and threw the paint at the wall I smothered the blue paint over the red writing and thankfully covered it in one coat. I didn't know what to think but it sure did shake me up, with the writing and the mysterious music turning on by itself. I was starting to become very afraid of my room.

As I continued to paint my room I found myself standing on my desk to reach the top of the wall on that side. I had just finished and was about to lower myself down from the desk when I saw something one could never unsee. As I knelt down in front of the mirror trying to try and get down off the desk I noticed something behind my reflection. Something so creepy and disturbing I almost don't want to write it into words. There was a girl there, all dressed in white with long black hair which was down to her hips and dark make-up around her eyes. Her skin was as pale as snow and her eyes as black as the nights sky. She stood there for a few seconds and I couldn't take my eyes away from the mirror. I was frozen in that spot to scared to turn around. I kept looking at her in the reflection but then she began to glide closer towards me and so with adrenaline pumping through my veins I span around and looked at her, her eyes meeting mine. As she stood right in front of me and I pinched myself hard, it wasn't a dream.

"Get out of my house." She cried.

I screamed and leapt down from the desk, I turned off my music and slid past her to exit my room. I slammed the door behind me and rushed down the stairs.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" My Mother yelled as I staggered into the living room.

"There's a girl.. in... my... room!" I panted as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

"A girl? Don't be so ridiculous!" She responded.

"Go see for yourself! I'm going out!" I replied grabbing my coat and shoes.

I belted it through the front door and into the forest.