Cracking sound filled the room as Arabella raised her glass and drink the milk. The sound of wind brushing against the window was particularly louder that day, causing for her to turn her head toward the slammed window instead of the mirror a few feet away from her.
"Did I left it open," she muttered to herself as she walked to the window, locking the door while the hands that were tying to pull itself out of the mirror began to emerge out a crooked nose with a flesh colored in the purple blue hue, like a corpse that had been found deep from the sea.
Arabella then paced to the fireplace, her knees bending as she reached out her hand to move the wood, adding more so the weather won't feel far too cold.
When she felt a shiver, her head snapped backward to the mirror that remained spotless and unmoved, her frown appearing because the chill she felt came from someone's breath… which is odd she was alone in the place right now.
