"How do you like the new home?" mom asked me from the front seat.

Glancing up from my phone, I looked out the front windshield, and took in the view of the new house. The house was two stories tall with a stone fireplace jutting out from the roof. Trees surrounded the front of the house, casting shadows to dance across the windows. The front door was left ajar, exposing the living room. Furniture was left behind from the previous owners, with the furniture having tattered covering.

"Honestly, it looks creepy and rundown," I replied, plugging my headphones back in.

My dad leaned back and snapped his fingers to get my attention.

"Come on Jaxon, this is our new start. Can't you at least pretend to be excited?" dad asked me

"Fine, how's this? The new house is awesome, hopefully I'll have a bigger room and make new friends while leaving my old friends behind," I huffed, plugging my music back in once more.

Letting Fall Out Boy's song, "American Psycho/American Beauty" fill my ears with their lyrics, I grabbed my suitcase, opened the car door and made my way towards the front door.

"Jaxon, wait up!" I heard my mom yell over the loud music.

Stepping into the living room, I looked around and found the staircase leading to the second floor. Walking past the leather couch, I started my climb to the second floor. Glancing upwards as I climbed the stairs, I noticed a shadow fade into one of the various closed doors. Not bothering to check the whereabouts of the shadow, I started to scout out which room would be mine. I saw a door, in the corner of the second floor. Walking towards the door, I twisted the knob and swung it open, the doors hinges creaking with age. As the door opened up more, revealing the room, I took a step in and looked around. The room had a piece of furniture that was still covered in the corner, while everything else was uncovered. This room had a loft as well, with the stairs being the only thing being carpeted in the room.

The piece of furniture seemed to be calling me, as I found myself walking towards it, wanting to remove its cover. As I got an arms length away, I pulled off the cloth to reveal a very old mirror. The mirror was standing up by a wooden frame that was attached, encircling the mirror. The frame had odd markings, and was also detailed with spirals and swirls.

Seeing my reflection in the mirror, my image certainly wasn't the greatest. My brown hair was swept back, not in a stylish way, almost as though the wind had done so. My skin complexion was an almond brown color, without any blemishes. My eyes were my brightest feature, being an bright emerald color. My figure on the other hand wasn't extremely crazy as some guys are. I was lean, but not that fit, I was more in-between the two.

While Fall Out Boy still played in my ears, I started singing the lyrics softly.

"You take the full, full truth then you pour some out. You take the full full truth then you pour some out. And you can kill me, kill me or let God sort 'em out. And you can kill me, kill me, Woah,"

I sang softly, as I looked away from the mirror. I went towards the stairs to the loft, and made my climb up. Once on the loft, I noticed there was already a desk as well as some bookshelves left from the last owners.

This would be a great writing spot, I thought to myself, as I started to climb back down. Walking back over to the strange mirror, I noticed the shadow slide behind me and disappear once more. Spinning around, I looked towards the door but didn't see anyone.

'This house is really getting to me. I've only been here a few minutes,' I thought to myself, looking back towards the mirror, only this time seeing someone standing behind me.