100 WORDS FROM CIARA.
The pages flickered, there was no breeze, as if an invisible hand was turning them over. It stopped on page 73.
It’s a blank page… except for 3 words. They read – “the bathroom window”.
I tiptoe down the creaking stairs of the barn and run into the bathroom.
I slide open the window and stare into the darkness, nothing. I start to walk back when I catch a glance of the mirror, then everything stopped and my reflection starts banging violently trying to escape from the mirror. I hear faint screams turning into whispers, “the bathtub!”
Then I see it.