Nelly was still happy.
Even when the strange shapes that were roaming the darkness, scared her pretty much.
All these vicious Nightmares were giving her the creeps, but not as much as the mirror, silently sleeping and acting ill.
But days passed and all seems to have come back to normal, so harmonic that the little girl saw it as a little boring.
That's when she decided to go a have a read, in the old dusty library. In the top floors of the house, where it was cold, and almost fully dark. She climbed way up the top, and reached the doors, that were old and never touched.
As she entered, the possibilities quickly became confusing. Opening book after book until she found something amusing. Oh, she wasn't gonna read something not worth or time consuming.
Through all the shelves and all the columns, there stood one book that looked different that the others.
It was whiter and was shining in the poorly lit room. She just had to pull on its cover to see it bloom. Opening it, the leaves of paper quickly started shuffling around. Nelly thought it was some kind of trick, but there wasn't a mechanism or something visible to spawn. Though the pages kept turning and then…Stopped, the blank pages started slowly revealing a secret message in the dark.
"He who reads this, shall already know, this house isn't from this world. It was built under horrible conditions and sickening past. So many died to suffer in the creation of this pact. Through the mirrors, roam ghosts hungry to eat the bad. And when the victim looks at its own self, a monster in the glass shall release all hell. So never try, never see, never look. Never try to enter this filthy fluke. Or you will be trapped forever, in this cursed book."
Nelly closed to book and felt her hands shaking, how was she gonna escape from her own reflection? Is there a way to reverse this wickedness? All she knew, was this house is a secret weapon, killed tons of people, just to sit where it stands.
She threw the book at its place and stared at it. And just like that, it disappeared in the matter of the static. Hiding the past, deeper in the attic.