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“I will. Thanks for listening.”
I slipped out of her room and across the hallway toward my own. The shower was calling my name. The room was eerily quiet as I stripped from my clothes and into the bathroom.
The water shot out and splashed against the shower floor as I waited for the water to warm. After several seconds, I stepped into the stream and sighed.
All of my problems seemed to wash down the drain.
I took my time washing my hair and body and then shaving my legs. My self-care meter had been low recently due to the popularity of my rejection video.
I needed the silence that the shower gave me. The privacy.
Twenty minutes later, I stepped out and onto the rug in my bathroom, grabbed my oversized towel, and walked toward the mirror.
I swiped my hand across the heated glass.
The face that stared back at me wasn’t mine.
I fumbled backward, hitting my head against the wall opposite to the sink, and shrieked.
I blinked once, and the mirror cleared, only showing the scared expression on my face from across the room. It was true fear on my face. My heart thumped so loudly it banged in my ears.
Straightening myself on shaky legs, I tightened my fingers around my towel and stepped closer.
The woman’s face I would never be able to forget.
There was something elegantly evil about her. Two elongated horns curled on top of her head as I imagined a demon would have. Her green eyes were vibrant and intensely looking into my soul.
But it was the slight tilt of her smile that tossed my stomach into knots. I backtracked out of my bathroom and into my room, grabbing clothes from my drawers and slipping them on while my entire body shook.
Sitting down on my bed, I ran my palms against my thighs and took deep breaths. It was a figment of my imagination. People didn’t materialize in mirrors.
They certainly didn’t have horns.
Though, the supernatural might.
We lived in Louisiana, where voodoo was normal in certain parts.
Not in our house as far as I knew.
Sliding my palms down my face, I leaned backward on my bed, feeling something cool underneath my fingers.
The necklace from before had made it back onto my bed. I slid my fingertips over the chain, stood up, and raced toward my window.
The backyard looked quiet and peaceful, with only frogs and crickets singing in the distance. I chucked the necklace as far as I could and listened for it to drop.
Nothing but the wind greeted me.
I grabbed the handle of my double window and stopped as I noticed a silhouette standing by the woods.
It disappeared swiftly.
I couldn’t shake the fact that the silhouette looked ghostly similar to the woman I just saw in my bathroom mirror.
Chapter Seven
Kellan
The small hotel was not a Hilton by any means. The whitewashed Aztec stone reminded me of a small bungalow from a different country. The sun had lowered over the town, but I could make out the curved arches of the porch and the lack of AC from several yards away.
