At first there was a faint knock. Then it got louder, and louder, and even louder. After a while, I couldn't take it anymore. I heard the noise for an hour straight. It was an hour of pure torture. But I had no clue what it was, and something inside of me didn't want to know. The knocks were coming from the mirror. I decided to investigate. I walked over to the mirror and looked around. As soon as I looked at myself in the mirror it stopped. "Great," I said. "It will only quit if I look at the mirror." It started to get very cold.

After about twenty seconds of staring intently at myself in the mirror, something crazy happened. As I stood completely still, I saw myself knocking on the mirror. I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran as fast as possible out of that house. I have never stepped foot in that house since. Nobody has, because I won't let them.