He was coming back from a holiday in Snape Maltings.
He'd been visiting his gran who decided to "live out her days there" as she delightfully phrased it.
It wasn't a bad area per say, just....dull, had a few local shops but it was mostly fields.
He regretted volunteering to stay the week with her over Christmas.
At least now it was over.
The drive back up to Dumfries would have taken over 6 hours but heavy rainfall made it worse.
He managed to grab a room about halfway through his journey in a small B&B hotel.
It was cheap and even boasted a "friendly ghost".
He didn't care, he was tired and just wanted some peace and quiet.
The room was standard sized, the ceiling was low but it was an old house so he expected as much.
It all seemed so normal but something was off but the only thing he could think of was the lack of
doors, the bathroom was almost opposite the bed which was weird but not what was bothering him.
Instead of focusing his attentions on finding what felt so unnatural about the place he headed to the
bathroom, intent on brushing his teeth and sleeping until the rain cleared.
For such a small hotel, their bathroom mirror was very... theatrical compared to the rest of the room.
Its' frame was brassy gold with curls and flicks all over the place.
Shame the glass was so filthy and translucent.
He rubbed it with his sleeve to try and polish it and as his arm withdrew he saw his reflection continue to rub at the surface.
It just kept going, like it had a mind of its own.
He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming as his "reflection" began to slow down.
Moving closer he tried to peer into the cloudy surface only to jump back in surprise as his "reflection"
pressed its face right against the glass and stared at him with pitch black eyes.
It wasn't his face.
It wasn't a human face.
It began to move closer gradually moving through the glass, panting and gasping and laughing.
He sprinted out of the bathroom and headed to the door only to find it gone as were the windows.
Even the furniture was gone.
He was left alone in the room with whatever was coming out of the mirror.
Curling up in the furthest corner he prepared for the worst as the sound of its laughter filled his ears.
He'd been visiting his gran who decided to "live out her days there" as she delightfully phrased it.
It wasn't a bad area per say, just....dull, had a few local shops but it was mostly fields.
He regretted volunteering to stay the week with her over Christmas.
At least now it was over.
The drive back up to Dumfries would have taken over 6 hours but heavy rainfall made it worse.
He managed to grab a room about halfway through his journey in a small B&B hotel.
It was cheap and even boasted a "friendly ghost".
He didn't care, he was tired and just wanted some peace and quiet.
The room was standard sized, the ceiling was low but it was an old house so he expected as much.
It all seemed so normal but something was off but the only thing he could think of was the lack of
doors, the bathroom was almost opposite the bed which was weird but not what was bothering him.
Instead of focusing his attentions on finding what felt so unnatural about the place he headed to the
bathroom, intent on brushing his teeth and sleeping until the rain cleared.
For such a small hotel, their bathroom mirror was very... theatrical compared to the rest of the room.
Its' frame was brassy gold with curls and flicks all over the place.
Shame the glass was so filthy and translucent.
He rubbed it with his sleeve to try and polish it and as his arm withdrew he saw his reflection continue to rub at the surface.
It just kept going, like it had a mind of its own.
He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming as his "reflection" began to slow down.
Moving closer he tried to peer into the cloudy surface only to jump back in surprise as his "reflection"
pressed its face right against the glass and stared at him with pitch black eyes.
It wasn't his face.
It wasn't a human face.
It began to move closer gradually moving through the glass, panting and gasping and laughing.
He sprinted out of the bathroom and headed to the door only to find it gone as were the windows.
Even the furniture was gone.
He was left alone in the room with whatever was coming out of the mirror.
Curling up in the furthest corner he prepared for the worst as the sound of its laughter filled his ears.
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