The Mirror House

Everyone in town noticed the abandoned house but no one spoke about it. At night windows

glowed softly as if someone moved from room to room living a quiet life behind locked doors.

The real estate sign was bleached white, the phone number unreadable.

One evening Elias stopped in front of it. He was not brave, just tired.

Tired of the silence in his apartment, tired of the feeling something followed him home every night.

When he reached for the door it opened before he touched it. Inside the air was

warm. Furniture covered in sheets but the floor was clean. No dust.

A clock ticked upstairs though he saw no clocks on the walls. He climbed the stairs. With each step the