Marla’s Room
“Marla, we must leave, now! This house is trying to kill me,” Jason yelled, still looking at the cleaver buried in the wall to the left of his nose.
“Jason, I know it looks that way but trust me, it will be OK. I really have to go into the next room.”
Jason stepped to her side protectively. “The gun I have won’t protect us. I can’t see what is trying to kill me, Marla. We really need to leave.”
“I must go into this room, Jason.”
Jason, gripping the back of Marla’s shirt, was pulled into the bedroom of the abandoned house. The room appeared to be a long rectangle with a bed on the left side and a full length, mirror in front of them. There seemed to be a swirling cloud turning clockwise deep inside the mirror.
Feeling the voice rather than hearing it, Jason felt the sweat dripping down his back.
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“Man thing.” The cloud was clearly speaking to him, “Leave my home, now!”
Jason yanked Marla toward the door.
“Marla, we must leave now!”, Jason screamed with frustration. Marla seemed transfixed by the voice.
“Alex Where are you. I hear you, but I can’t see you.”
“I’ve come back for you, Marla. I’ve never stopped loving you. I want you to join me.”
“Marla!”, Jason screamed. “This is all a bad dream. Let’s get out of here now.
“No, Jason. That is my husband, Alex. He was killed in the last months of the war between the states. I love him very much.”
Marla stepped in front of the mirror and seemed to melt into it.
The house and mirror dissolved around him. The tear in his eye did not.
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