Summer vacation had just started and we are moving into a new home and new place. I looked out the window, watching the view of ugly cows and noisy sheep. Mom and Dad planned this move for a long time, I’m pretty much okay with it except for the smell of barn animals. They had planned to keep it a secret until the day we leave.
Max is sitting beside me, bobbing his head to whatever he’s listening to, looking out at the view absentmindedly. I glanced back outside. All there was are cows, green, houses, more green and then people.
“We’re here!” Mom chirped. As soon as Dad parked the car, I opened the door and observed the house. It was a 2 floor cabin and looked comfortable enough. I helped carry some of our items that we brought along instead of the mover truck, into the cabin, especially the heaviest as Max is a lazy git and prefers to handle a lot but light. Sissy.
We dumped the luggage into the living room and I rushed around to call dibs on a room. Though first, I had to take off my shoes as I refused to walk around the house with dirty shoes. Even if it’s not dirty, it’s frustrating trying to clean the floor if there are dirt and dust everywhere from the outside. Who do you think cleans all the floors? Me!
They deliberately took advantage of the fact that I would always try to do something as I could not stand messes and it feels really uncomfortable. The reason why I threw a fit was because I could not eat the food that I just dropped since I was a major glutton. I threw a lot of things at their room to make their room dirty for a week and made them clean it up to prove the point.
I settled in a cozy room that was big enough for plenty of spaces to walk, a bed, a desk and a dresser. I kept my backpack on the bed and head out to try and find some mop and broom and get this family of mine cleaning as I can see dusts everywhere.
“MOM! DAD!! MAX! CLEAN UP THE WHOLE HOUSE!” I hollered, taking out brooms and dustpans.
They immediately came and we did a whole cleaning session. I went to the second floor after sweeping all crook and cranny on the first floor. Now, their job was to mop it while I go up and sweep.
I swept also the walls and coughed when they surrounded the air but carried out. I had to do the ceiling and found a metal latch. I stared at it, debating on how should I get up there to clean up.
“What’cha doin’?” I spun around and saw Max looking at me before glancing back at where I looked at.
“Lift me up. It’s an attic” I said. He came over to carry me, I pulled the metal latch and a ladder came down. We coughed as even more dust spread in the air, one hand covering the mouth while the other swatting the dust away.
We went up the ladder with a broom in a hand, and peeked at the attic.
“There’s nothing in here” Max commented. I stared at him incredulously
“Are you blind? There’s a crate right over there” I said mockingly, earning a slap to the back of my head.
“Shut it” I did it just so I didn’t have to argue anymore. I opened the window and was forced to close my eyes as the dust came blowing back to my face. I dusted it out of my hair and we started sweeping the attic first before discovering the crate. There was a picture book right on top of it and we could not budge open the crate. I blew the dust off of the book and patted it until all of the dust was out
“Mirror Mirror on the Wall” We read and stared at each other
“Is this some kind of Snow White story?” Max asked.
“Copyright” I agreed, but proceeded to read it.
It was a biography about a girl name Shelby Wales based from her diary and real life. Shelby was a girl who was an outcast, bullied all the time, orphaned at the mere age of 7 and was called a prodigy for her work of arts. At the age of 18, she drew a portrait of a mirror. The mirror’s frames were two golden snakes that protrudes out, like it is going to jump at you, and hissed at the one who gazes with their ruby eyes at the mirror from each side.
She was rich because of her parent’s money and because of her arts. She could afford expensive jewels. That was the reason why the bullies came towards her home to extort some money from her and steal that mirror. But instead-
“Argh!!” I spun around to see Max on the ground. I closed the book and immediately went towards him
“Ha! You trip on your feet?” I said smugly
“No! Something grabbed my leg!!!” He hissed softly, as if saying it out loud would make the person who grabbed him appear. I looked at him in disbelieve before I saw a faded mark of a hand around his legs, nails dug into it and it bled from there. I became pale, frightened for our lives. My first action was to grab him and run downstairs immediately and lock the attic.
I made Max not tell anyone about that attic. Just incase.
He agreed, just in case that anyone would try and search through the attic, only to find that they disappear or died in there.
Just in case….
We slept in the same bed just in case that the thing that grabbed Max would come and we would be able to probably defend ourselves