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Erin knew the house was dangerous. Physically dangerous. There had been
rumors of the place being haunted since he was a kid, tales of people
going in and coming back changed, their eyes glassy and dark. It's why
Old Man Jeremy suddenly became a shut in! It's why Mrs. Victra suddenly
retired from Owens Middle! It's why Jack could never get a girlfriend!
And Erin knew it was all bullshit! Of course it was bullshit. Had to be,
right? Jeremy's health had declined because he had liver cancer, Victra
was in the middle of a messy divocre, Jack was a piece of shit. Ghosts
weren't real, houses weren't haunted. Far as Erin was concerned, the
biggest danger is that the inhabitants, if there were any, had not
performed any maintenance for the past few decades. Who knew what the
floorboards were like? Or what awful mold was in the attic? Disgusting.
Dangerous.
But Looking Glass Manor's reputation had stuck out in his head for a long
time. Riverton had no real examples of anything special; it was yet
another awful suburb built in the 50's and 60's as white flight hit the
major cities. It had that manufactured, unnatural feeling of a place that
was built to accommodate cars, not people. Erin had long hoped that he
could move out here some day, maybe to a bigger city where he wouldn't
need that piece of shit he called a car. But instead, he had a failed
year in college and ended up a home inspector. He practically had scripts
memorized for the identical, cheaply built Two Bed One Baths in this
awful town. Looking Glass Manor was assigned to him, thank God. He knew
it was going to be interesting, at least. After its last mandatory
inspection, the man who did it reportedly came back and quit on the spot.
Yet looking at the report, there was nothing wrong.
Well shit.
Despite the fact that it was the beginning of the afternoon, the skies
above were so dark and gloomy that Erin had to use the flashlight in his
toolbelt to see the path up the hill leading to the manor. It was old
cobblestone, and supposed to be slippery until the heavy rain. But he
never tripped, not even once. It was weird. His footing had never felt
truer. As he walked up, Erin turned his flashlight up to the mansion
itself. No roof collapse, the windows were all there. An entire colony of
what he hoped were native plants had climbed up the front face of the
house. If it was kudzu, he was burning the place down himself.
A small shock went through his system as soon as he thought that. Weird.
Erin knocked on the door once. Even with it closed, he could hear it echo
throughout the place, as if he dropped a penny down and empty well. He
waited a second, and knocked again. He wasn't sure anybody lived here
anymore, but legally, he was required to inspect, and, if the door was
unlocked, he was allowed in. So he prayed he wouldn't have to walk back
down when he turned the over elaborate doorknob.
It turned. He heard a click. And, as if it was automatic, the doors
opened wide.
He could smell the dust. A thick layer of the Whatever Dust Was laid on
everything and hung thick in the air. Erin quickly and shone the torch
around. No lights were on, the place was... not dilapidated. Outside of
the dust, it wasn't even dirty. No holes in the ceiling or burned out
furniture. No dangerously plugged in electronics. In fact, no electronics
at all. It was if he had stumbled into an untouched tomb.
His flashlight settled on a painting in the center of the foyer. A
beautiful, gorgeous painting twice as tall as he was. In it, a woman in a
white sundress and floppy white hat stood at the edge of a cliff
overlooking the beach. The water was empty, practically clear, and
painted in wonderful teals and greens. The woman herself had her face
turned away from the viewer, her right hand on her hat, but she emanated
a class and wonder. Erin stood there for a good minute, just admiring
her. He wanted to go up there, take the painting himself.
And there was that shock again.
It took Erin right back to his job. May as well see if anyone was here.
"I'm Erin! I'm from Scootter's Home Inspection! We're here concerning
your mandatory quarter century re-examination!"
The only sound in response was the blowing wind outside.
"I'm going to look around! Please don't shoot me!"
The beautiful painting was framed by two stairs, and two the left and
right on his floor were two more doors. He guessed one was a dining room
and the other a kitchen. Those were always a pain in the ass, and this
place, much as he had started to fall in love with it, he wanted to get
the fuck out. There was something wrong, and Erin was going to go home as
soon as possible.
When he went up the stairs and turned left, Erin stopped. The hallway was
a long set of mirrors, broken up by candelabra on stone arms. Lit
candelabra. Even though they gave an orange glow, the hallway still felt
cold, like stepping into a room with a corpse.
Somebody's here. Had to be, right?
"Hello? I'm the home inspector! A-are you here?" Erin looked behind him
to see if the other hallway was lit, but instead, he found himself in the
middle of the hall. It seemed to stretch back, farther than he could have
walked into it. He turned around again and -
-found himself face to face with a mirror.
Erin lived in a studio apartment smaller than some closets of the places
he's inspected. He worked twelve hour shifts. He spent most of his time
home sleeping and failing to eat right. Erin didn't like himself when he
shaved his face in the morning. But when he saw himself today, in the
candlelight, he was horrified. The stubble that grew over his twelve hour
shift just looked wrong there. He rubbed at his chin, feeling it under
his fingers. Why was he feeling like this? Why now?
What he didn't notice was as he rubbed his fingers over his face, his
hair started to vanish. His face had grown smooth. When he looked in the
mirror again, he didn't... hate it. There was still a feeling of
wrongness, a feeling of other. Like he wasn't himself. For a moment, a
thought bubbled to the surface, of smashing the mirror. And then another
shock.
He turned, only to be face to face with another mirror. Erin's face
looked... softer. As if this was his face if he had managed to make it
through college, get a job he hated less, didn't have to only work and
sleep and work and sleep. A... happier Erin.
"Huh," he says, once again touching his face. He should be weirded out.
This house had a weird funhouse mirror room. Had to be, right? Nothing
else would explain it. And whoever lit the candles wanted him to come
through and do... something. Just, look, right? No harm in looking
around. Despite the age and dust, this place seemed pretty alright so
far. The candlelit hallway actually looked like it had seen use, too.
Good. Maybe he could even talk to Maria.
Maria?
Who is Maria?
He thought for a second. He actually hadn't known much about Looking
Glass Manor when he was assigned it. The owner was some realtor who
hadn't even heard of the property when he called. Local records mentioned
a Gracie family that built the property in the 1800s and then vanished
from the face of the Earth.
Nevermind that. Erin needed to find her. Thank her. Thank her? Yes, of
course. For -
When Erin turned around again, he was face to face with another mirror.
When had he let his hair get so shaggy?
Another mirror. His chest felt heavier.
Another. All color had left his face.
Some part of Erin's mind started to panic, but it was quickly smothered.
This was fine of course. He was happier this way, had to be. A warm
pressure started to grow in his heart. This was good. Very good.
Wonderful even. The candles in the room felt warm, even when Erin wasn't
anywhere near them, like a fleece cardigan.
A door opened near him, slowly, creakily. Inside was the master bedroom,
perfectly kept, not a single speck of dust. Just as he left it. Erin,
meanwhile, could feel his work clothes and belt crumble into nothing. He
didn't care. Why did it matter? He didn't need it.
In the master bathroom was vanity, the mirror on it polished to
perfection. Erin sat down to get ready. For what he wasn't sure. But he
knew he had to be ready.
He took the hairbrush sitting on top of the vanity and started to make
his hair presentable. It really had gotten worse, but he was going to fix
that. He was going to fix all of it. As he brushed it, it grew. Erin's
hair went from a brown shaggy mass to a silky, deep black. If one were to
look at it, it would appear to be not hair, but the night sky itself, in
all its brilliance, come to live on a human being. He kept it long,
letting it fall past his shoulders, but made sure to keep one hank of it
in a ponytail.
Erin opened up the makeup drawer, delighted to see it was all still
there. Though his face had grown paler, the foundation he placed upon it
made it go from sickly to porcelain. A brief bit of blush gave his face a
warm tint that any ghost missed. His eyeshadow became smokey and dark,
his eyeliner sharp and wicked, his eyes dark and grey. He finished it off
with a dark, bloody red.
Erin looked in the mirror. Perfection. Just what he had missed. Just what
he had needed.
He closed his eyes.
Maria opened them.
It had been so long since she had been awake.
Poor Erin, she thought for a moment. At least he became something so much
more.
Maria stepped out of the bathroom and, with a simple twirl, a white
sundress appeared on her. Oh, sure, the weather was nasty, but when had
that stopped perfection? Instead, she started to move to the foyer. Every
candle she passed turned a dark blue, radiating a darkness instead of a
light. The arms they were on moved towards her, starting to grasp at the
mistress of the house. But they all knew she couldn't touch.
Slowly, Maria descended. The dust of the foyer began to swirl after
decades of being undisturbed. It all gathered to Maria, and, when it got
near her, burst into a tiny spark of flame. The grand chandelier lit up
in darkness, the wind outside howling.
The painting behind her stayed but now, beside the girl, a young man in a
jumpsuit also overlooked the sea. He kneeled on one knee next to her and,
though Maria could not see his face, she knew he was finally happy. This
house had finally brought him joy, let him escape what was outside.
And now it was time for Maria to bring the house to them.
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