Mark's spent most of the day attempting to tame the jungle that is our garden. Trimming the hedges, mowing the lawn, but he spent most of the time pulling the gross, green and brown, weedy little vines off of our front wall.
He's decided to clear out first and then start thinking about what colour to paint the house, what flowers to plant etc to restore this beauty back to its former glory. For now, we just need to rid this place of all the disgusting insects lurking around.
I've already encountered five spiders, three worms and countless cockroaches, which I guess is better than what Mark experienced this morning when he stepped through the long grass so that he could start mowing the lawn from the top right part of the garden down.
After about five steps into the long grass he hears a hissing sound, now, he said he looked down, casually turned around and walked away slowly, but I clearly remember hearing a high pitched squeal that sounded like something mixed between a fighting cat and a little girl screaming just a minute before he came crashing into the living room all sweaty, out of breath and red in the face.
He clumsily placed one hand on the wall next to him, and between all the huffing and puffing he was trying to control, told me his version if the story, trying to act super casual, as if his face wasn't the same colour as the sheet in my hand.
It took everything in me not to laugh, but I failed miserably! My hand shot up to cover my mouth as a giggle escaped my lips. I bit the inside if my cheek in an attempt to distract myself from laughing and pursed my lips together so no more sou ds could escape, but the redness in his cheeks proved he knew I was laughing at him, oh well.
I burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. I doubled over, clutching my stomach and cackling like a witch. After he let out an irritated "hmmf!" he turned around and stalked out of the room like a pissed off puppy, which only made me laugh even harder.
That was two hours ago, he won't be sulking anymore, right? I walk over to the entrancechall to check the time on the old grandfather clock I uncovered this morning, 6pm...hmm. I'll give him a little more time, just in case. He can be a real baby sometimes, I think with a smile.
The next thirty minutes are spent dusting off the last brown lampshades and sweeping up the rest of the muck on the floor. Finally my job is done, I've managed to clear the space of dust and insects, and still find time to mop the floor and polish the old antique wooden furniture, which seems to be the style of choice throughout the house, I guess the previous owner was a collector?
Who cares, I think it adds character to our new home. As I wipe the sweat off of my forehead, I look around at the finished product that resulted from all my hard work. From the gleaming wooden floors, to the crystal clear windows and dust free fireplace I let out a sigh of relief.
Until I see one more box just peeking out from behind the large turquoise couch, quickly my sigh of relief melts into a low groan. I slowly make my way to the box, slide it out from it's hiding place and open it up. Feeling a little confused, I pulitthe heavy object out.
That's so weird, I swear I unpacked every box downstairs only to have my suspicions confirmed that indeed, there were no mirrors in this house, so where did this one come from? I run my finger along the mirror's rough frame, which colour resembles that of a pearl.
It's beautiful, I can't believe I missed it! I look around the room for somewhere to hang my new favorite piece of furniture, there! Right above the fireplace is a small nail that'll fit perfectly in the gap behind the mirror. After lining it up so it's perfectly straight I let it go and let my hands drop, satisfied that the mirror is straight I go back to studying the frame again.
Out of nowhere, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I freeze, not daring to move as a cold shiver runs slowly, from the bottom of my spine to the top of my skull, leaving a trail of icy goosebumps behind. The temperature of the room has dropped considerably, seeing as I can see the puff of mist coming out if my mouth each time I let out every slow, shaky breath.
Suddenly I feel two small spots of heat on my back as the feeling of being watched by something unwanted takes over. Slowly I dare to move my eyes up to look into the mirror, it was the worst decision to make. Just two meters or so behind me, is a dark shadow, bigger than any man I've ever seen before.
His body reaches up from the floor all the way to the ceiling. As soon as my eyes focus on his face, I see that he has none! Where there should be eyes, mouth and nose, is covered by what seems like a thick layer of white, rubbery skin. Just the nose pushes out from underneath and only an outline of a mouth can be seen beneath the sickening cover, opening and closing yet no sound comes out.
My brain is battling to comprehend what I'm seeing as a feeling of paralysis takes over, pinning me in place. The fear is so intense just breathing is quickly starting to seem like an impossible task. I try to let out a scream but my voice catches and all that comes out is a pathetic little squeak.
I watch as the horrific creature slowly walks to the right side of the room and disappears through the wall leading to the study. As soon as the creature leaves the room I'm no longer stuck. My whole body sags and my legs no longer have the strength to hold me up anymore.
I drop to floor as Mark walks into the room, as soon as he lifts his head and sees me laying in a heap on the floor, his expression changes and worry is written all over his beautiful face. He rushes over and gathers me in his arms.
"Oh my God, Kayla! What happened?" He takes his warm hands and places them on my cheeks, "You're freezing! What happened? Did you hit your head?" I try my best to get the words out, to warn him about the dark shadow figure in the next room but all I can manage to to get out are a bunch of incoherent words as I raise my shaking arm to point to where it disappeared.
"You're shaking, come on. Let's get you upstairs." I give in and he lifts me up off the floor. I lay my head on his chest, inhaling his comforting scent and listening to the somewhat steady beating of his heart as dark spots cloud my vision and I fall into a deep, restless sleep.
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