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Emily “Emi” P. Bolt
The stir of her white dress gown broke the silence. She held her candlestick aloft, identifying the wooded halls of the cottage. She had rented it from a friend, though it was nothing like her friend’s description. Sure it had stables, an attic, two bedrooms and three bathrooms but… it was so strange. She thought it’d be more stylistic, since her friend was very house-savvy.
She shook her head, swallowing back fear. She rose from her bedroom to try and pinpoint a strange noise from her attic, though, she wasn’t sure if it omitted from there or not. It was groaning from the floorboards as if something was pacing the area above her head. Her grip tightened on the candlestick; she felt the cold, slightly warm metal (from the warmth of her hands) dig into her skin. It reassured her that this noise was not a dream.
She glanced up the hall, jumping as something touched at her peripherals. It was just one of the three bathrooms at the end of the hall. She breathed easy and turned into that said hall.
She heard her breath rattling in her ears. It was incredibly easy to get anxious in this silence. Especially considering it had grown stone-silent. The pacing above her head had stopped. She only heard her footsteps on the floorboards as she gazed up slowly at the ceiling, at a lone string of thread. It drew up to the door of the attic.
She set her candle down, careful that it doesn’t splutter onto the below floorboards. She reached up, for she was rather short, and grabbed the string, pulling at it. The springs attached to the door groaned as she tugged at it. Through the now faded light, she spotted a few steps leading into the attic. She lifted the candle and climbed them. She looked around… glancing to and fro to find something glittering in the caught light. She jolted around and jumped when she caught sight of it.
A mirror. It reflected her scared white face.
