I could have sworn that the mirror stood leaning against the other wall before I went to sleep. Now the golden frame stands to the right of the bed, whereas I was sure it was at the left-hand side. Strange. This bothers me, and so I pick it up and move it to where I first thought it stood. The metal makes a dull sound when I put it down on the dark wooden floor. This cabin that I rented gives me the creeps. From the moment I first stepped through the door, a strange feeling grew inside my chest. A headache formed and I haven’t gotten rid of it. There is something off about this place, but I can’t put my finger on what. I thought about leaving early, but that would just be silly. Outside the window it’s still dark; the sun rises late this morning.
In the kitchen I stand with my cup of tea watching the forest, listening to its sounds and the wind that ripples through the leaves. A clock in the hallway slowly ticks, making the shadows seem less threatening. I sip the last drops and put the mug on the counter, making my way back to my room in order to get dressed. When I enter, the panel makes a squeaking noise and I jump a little. God, I need to relax. Then the blood drains from my face when my reflection meets my eyes, the screen yet again standing against the opposite wall. Cold numbness spreads across my back, expanding into the rest of my body. I stare at the dusty mirror, unable to avert my eyes. Suddenly, from thin air, a pale face appears behind me. I can’t even scream.