The Man In The Mirror

The house house was beautiful and old with dark stones the had deep imbedded sparkles that when they caught the light they shimmered in a way so mesmerizing it could make you forget who or where you are. I walked in staring at all the creepy painting on the wall of old folks. I strode up the stairs with my box and that's when I saw something, an attic the relator hadn't mentioned it. I grabbed a broom from downstairs and managed to grab the hook pulling it open. The ladder slid down almost hitting me in the head. Shocked and startled I took a to big step back tripping and falling down the stairs. My back slammed against the door and I started coughing. I touched my head which was swelling in pain I went to pull back my hand when I smelled this rotten egg stench. I stood up and started looking for the cause I noticed my head was bleeding quite a bit. "Damn it!" I slipped onto the couch wanting to just calm down there was all these noises every wear echoing through the house. My head was burning and I started coughing into the bucket that was sitting next to me. I went to the bathroom and started cleaning up when I heard a noise I glanced into the hallway but no one was there. So I went back and that's when I saw it a man standing in the mirror behind me. I rushed from the room down the hall screaming the whole way but the house was trying to stop me. The hallways were swerving lifting me up and down the lights went out trying to hit me as they swung. Paintings fell tripping me as I tried to get down the stairs. Finally I got to the door and went to whip it open. A unbearable pain wrenched through my hand and I pulled it away and burn laced my entire arm. I slipped down knees to my chest and my head in my hand sobbing, I was eighteen truly to young to die. I glanced up and the man was smiling almost like a lost friend. I went up to him I felt like he was calling me. But I shook it off his warm eyes were cold and I could see his kind smile wasn't kind at all it was sinister. I rushed down through the basement and cowered behind a stack of tall boxes. It felt like hours before he started flowing down the stairs. This haunting whistling music started to shrivel up my back. My breathing stopped and I started to choke. Lack of oxygen made me topple over and then it all stopped I felt calm everything just stopped. Just as I felt safe everything started again the room was shaking the man appeared chasing me I screamed so loud desperate to get out of there. My neighbors appeared upstairs with guns I was so pleased to see them not even noticing the gone eyes. When I finally came to it I noticed the danger I was in. They started shooting at me one piecing my shoulder. He immediately looked shocked like he knew what was going on he gave me an apologetic look and winced as he kept shooting. I cried as my slow death kept coming someone grabbed me by my hair someone I recognized as the man. He pulled me choking me but not even touching me. My stomach sucked in my insides began to melt. My lungs were bleeding I was slowly suffocating. He slipped me into my bed tucking me in and kissing me good night. Then he said the words that would haunt me forever "I love you Billy" only my own father called me Billy. To this day I have never left this house I can't. So please if anyone ever finds this note then help me! Get me out just watch out for the beings that live hear. I may not be alive you may find this note in the house that means it never made it out. But please never move here and please I am begging you save me.

Blaire Stevens

106 Apple Berry Crescent

New Orleans

1913

This note was found tucked in a lady who we predicted was about 96 at the time of her death. She was most likely held hostage in the home until they decided to kill her when she tried to escape. The New Orleans police are concerned however we believe the first kidnapper is dead and the second killer to. We predict she died in 1989 her body was found April 13th 2022 we predict that the killer or killers are dead now. We are almost certain there was more then one killer.

The second haunting: We have all heard the stories about this house. We all wanted to go in it. So now me and my friends were going to spend the night in the attic. Everything was normal the house was overgrown and floor boards were falling apart the police decided that there was no murder here. That it was a crazy old lady who thought she was being haunted or something. "Hey Stacy where should we set up" I called to my best friend "I think closer to the back of the attic it's hot out we will want to crack a window" she said "also where's matt" I was confused my boyfriend Matt said he was coming. "He's already in the attic" we brought our own hook it swung open the crazy lady was right this did almost hit us in the head. We climbed up looking around for Matt. I let out a scream "HELLLLLLLP!" I started falling to the ground sobbing. Despite everything about this house I had never expected this Matt was dead laying there. I heard a noise behind whipping my head expecting to see Stacy. But there was the man holding Stacy's head staring at me.