Everything was claustrophobic.
I couldn't remember what they looked like. But I know that there were houses everywhere. And I was in a middle of it all.
'What's the matter, dear?'
I looked up. An old woman was smiling down at me. A tall man was beside her, reminding me of the claustrophobic houses again. I shrinked even tighter into myself.
The old woman didn't get angry at my silence.
'Do you want to go inside?'
I looked behind me and saw a big house. Unlike the other houses, this one was particularly clear—sort of.
Once again, I didn't answer. Or it's rather, I couldn't. But I didn't think much of that that time.
I stood up and started to walk towards the house. Then, I stopped.
Frowning, I stared again at the house. The house was two-storeys high, with dark paint and slightly dilapidated look. To go through the front door, you had to go through a set of stairs first. Yet, the stairs were not there. They looked like they were destroyed. Only traces of cement and dust stayed where the stairs once were.
But for some reason, I wanted to go inside this house.
I clutched on a pillar and pulled myself up. There, a success. When I blinked, I was already inside the house, with the front door behind me.
The room inside was very wide, but eerie.
Dust had settled on the wooden floors and sofas. It would've fooled me that this was an abandoned house if not for the things scattered on the uncovered sofas.
A feeling rose up within me.
I had to prove something—but what? And for whom? I continued to stare until I heard the two people shuffling behind me. They had arrived.
And so, I started to move.
I pushed the sofas to form an L , then dragged a table in the center of it. A vase was neatly placed on the table. I heard the old woman gasp behind me, and I was feeling pleased, but only for a moment.
It was facing a door. I remember someone telling me how it was bad luck for a mirror to be in front of a door that leads to outside— but who is it? I slowly started to walk towards the mirror and held it. I felt a chill run over me, but I steeled myself and looked at the mirror. To my disappointment, it was just an empty mirror. The shiny surface responsible for reflection was missing. It was now simply a wooden board. I looked up and stared at the view outside the open front door. A house in the distance particularly stood out among the others.
I shook my head and put down the wooden board.
