[ WP ] You are moving into a house that contains an antique mirror that the original owners left behind . As you are unpacking , you start to hear it sing and whisper .

It was a beautiful house. The biggest and oldest one on the street. The white fence out front, waist high, matched perfectly with the white railing lining the wrap-around porch. After struggling to get the gate open, I made my way to the wide standing front door. I set my box of random items down on the porch and grabbed my key chain. Smoothly I slid one of the two keys into the top lock and heard the very audible slide, click. Unlatching the handle and pushing the door open, I bend down and pick up my box. 
 Walking through the house past the double doors that lead into the office, appreciating the beautiful wood work in the stairway railing.'Man this house is awesome, i almost cant believe they cut us that good of a deal!' I thought as I let out an admiring wistle. The vaulted cealing had my attention as i walked past the living room but I stopped mid step looking over at what caught my eye. 
 
 `` What's under there..?'' I mutter out loud. 
 
 Setting down my box of randoms. I walk over to the looming, baige-tarp covered object placed oddly in the middle of the large room.'Odd there was n't anything in the papers about any furniture being left behind' I thought reaching for the tarp. I suddenly got a sensation of thrill, causing slight goose bumps to run their way across my body. In one swift motion I grabbed the tarp and threw it to the ground. 
 
'Ahh!' I squeal and stumble backwards. 
 
 `` WHHOAH!!!'' I had managed to trip causing me to fall back and land right on my arse. 
 
 `` What the?'' Slowly looking up I go to face what had given me such a fright. `` You got ta be kidding me!!'' I let out a hardy chuckle and pushed my self up. 
 
 Dusting off my jeans I walk up to face nothing other than.. My own reflection. I thought back to what had just happened and broke out in laughter. After a few seconds I started calming my self down to check out this georgous, massive, turn of the century mirror. Encased in a beautiful mahogony frame. There were designs that looked almost like flames carved towards the bottom. Following the design up to the top, the hair stood up on the back of my neck as I got a chilled sensation. The flames progressed up into what looked like faceless people reaching toward the sky. It kept going until it got into the top. Thats when my stomache dropped slightly and I felt something was n't right about this thing. The frame around the top corners of the mirror were made to look like bony fingers, with sharp talons holding the mirror in the frame, a devilish looking face cradled over the top looking down with an evil sinster smile, and crazy, angry eyes. Backing away from the mirror my blood running cold. 
 
 I jump from an echoing Thud, thud, thud that causes me to scream intead of just squeal this time. 
 
 Thud, thud, thud once more. Realizing some one was actually at the door, I collect my self and sing out a quick `` comming!'' - I hope they didnt hear me scream! 
 
 That must be the moving truck. Peaking out the window really quick I confirm my suspicion, as there's a big truck making a loud beeping sound while it backs into the drive way off to the side of the yard. There's another thud and before the second one happens, I open the door. 
 
 `` Oh sorry!'' The guy said as he withdrew is hand from attempting the second knock, and used it to cover and awkward fake cough `` Hello again Mrs.Cawling! Glad to see you made it here safe! Are you all ready to get moved into your beautiful new house?'' He said excitedly peaking inside at the vaulted ceilings and impressive stair case. 
 
 `` you sure bet i am!! I do have one question though?'' I paused and thought about it. `` Never mind i'll deal with it my self tomorrow!'' Smiling I grabbed the back of my neck and stepped aside. `` Just..put the boxes where ever, but if you could put the large furniture in the correct rooms, it would sure make my life a lot easier!!'' 
 
 `` Yes ma'am!'' After he tipped his hat he turned around and walked over to the truck and started ordering his workers around. 
 
 I start to walk to the box of randoms I abandoned in the hallway a few moments early. As I get closer, I swear I can hear a low quiet whisper. The hair stood on the back of my neck once again as I got ready to pass the living room, the whispers growing louder as I get closer. I try to swollow my fear telling my self that I'm only imagining it because of how spooked I felt earlier. I was being silly right? The suspenseful feeling started overbubbling, the whispers reaching a new climax as I turned the corner around the door way to face the ominous mirror. Expecting.. Well I dont know what I was expecting to be honest. I was just freaked out. To my delighted surprise, the whispering stopped and all the normal back ground noise came back. The only things in the room were the mirror and the tarp on the ground. I giggled too my self thinking about how I was in dire need of sleep because I was so exhausted from this whole moving ordeal. Picking up the tarp I pulled it over the mirror.'Just one more thing to take care of! what ever I'll get rid of it tomorrow.' with that thought and creepy mirror covered I went to help the moving men. 
 
 After a long hard day I was excited to finally lay down in a bed! It felt so good. The first night in a new house is always a little bit unsettling. My husband was away on business leaving me to endure this whole thing moving thing on my own. Trying to push away all of the millions of thoughts swirling in my head, ignoring the shadows of the unpacked boxes I rolled over and forced my self asleep. 
 
 I wake up and roll on my back. My mouth has an awful dryness I can only compare to a crumbling dessert in my half asleep state. Looking around it's still dark with the full moon outside casting a white glow to fill the room. Sitting up on the bed I shiver as the covers fall and I set my feet on the cold ground. I manage to stumble my way through the dark and down the stairs into the kitchen. I grab the glass I was using earlier off the counter, I rinse it and fill it with water. After almost chugging the whole thing in releif I fill it up one more time and start too make my way back to bed. Half way up the stairs I start hearing the whispering I had all but forgot about from earlier. I freeze and an electric chill races up my spine, I drop my glass of water and it shatters at my feet on the stairs. 
 
 `` SHIT!!!'' I turn around and limp into the kitchen. Turning the light on I look back and see my glorious trail of blood leading all the way to the small shard of glass sticking out of the arch in my foot. 
 
 `` Oh god, ohhhh, ooooowwww!!!'' I howl as i pull it out. Bastard was n't in there too deep, but damn was that sucker bleeding! I clean it up and wrap it with gauz and an ace bandage. I look at the clock on the stove 3:33'OH GREAT!' I think to my self looking at all of the blood. not even wanting to think of the mess on the stairs. 
 
 Almost as if on que, the whispering starts up again. This time a creeping high pitched voice starts singing amongs the inaudible whispers..my stomach drops out of my ass and I'm frozen in my chair. 
 
 Soon I can understand the singing voice, and what its saying. Over and over it kept repeating the same creepy lyric in a wimsicle tune. `` We got you good, we have your blood'' over and over and over again. 
 
 My stomache is sick I feel on the verge of vomiting. I finally smack my hands over my ears and scream as loud as I can. When I stop everything is silent. I look around, everything was still, everything was exactly as it was when I first came in to patch up my foot. 
 
 `` What is happening?!'' I ask out loud. 
 
 I decide to grab a rag and haphazardly clean up the trail of blood. I look through a few of the in packed boxes I had in the kitchen and luckily found one with a pair of hard bottom slippers. I was going to worry about the broken glass in the morning. All I wanted right now was to run upstairs and climb in bed, hide safely under the covers until the sun came up. 
 
 Making my way down the hall with the damp towel under my good foot wiping up the blood as I tried too quickly shuffle over to the stairs. I stopped once again passing the living room.. This time it was n't a coverered object that caught my eye it was the uncovered ominous mirror. The mirror I known I covered earlier. I walk up slowly to stand in front of it. My reflection looked normal from what I could see in the badly lit room. I inch closer and closer. Until I'm inches away from my reflection. I slowly put a shaking hand up to the surface too touch it. As soon as I do, I hear an evil shrill voice yell 
 
 `` WE HAVE YOUR BLOOD! YOUR SOUL IS MINE! `` a boney hand reached out and dug it's black, taloned fingers into my hand. I scream in fear and pain trying to pull away but to no avail. A boney, grotesque arm with the same talon like fingers slithers out of the mirror grabbing my waist and pulling me in.
