Second Floor Faces
THE TEN-FOOT TALL MIRROR stood against the wall in the hallway, looming over anyone who passed it. The frame, made of mahogany, had two-inch long, intricate and smiling faces carved into it. Christine hated the mirror.
The entire house gave her creepy feelings. Her husband, Roy, bought the house on a whim, as it was cheap and everything they ever wanted and more. Christine couldn’t help but think of “The Amityville Horror.”
“What happened to the previous owners?” Christine asked the real estate agent.
“What do you mean?” The agent asked with a fake smile.
“Why did they leave?” Christine asked. She noted the discomfort in the agent’s eyes. “Or were they killed?”
Roy stepped close and squeezed Christine around the shoulders. “Don’t mind my wife,” he said. “She has an
