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The Hooper manstion..a long history was connected to the old dusty place..reported murders from the 18th century when it was built all the way to the 70s. The last owner being the foreman of a discontinued coal mine. The old halls are caked with dust and cobwebs, almost abandoned for 10 years to standstill like Pripyat..

Entering the old mansion was a young historian by the name of Jack Graves. Walking through the old home, he wore his dress shirt and vest, taking a moment to dust off his dark slacks of the occasional cobwebs from time to time. "Amazing..looks like it's frozen in time.." he spoke to himself out loud, a old habit of his. He was sent to examine the old mansion in hopes to maybe find real historical significance within the place so it could be saved from demolition.

As he walked through the halls, the only noise he could hear was his own breath and his dress shoes as the creaked on the old wooden floors..pausing to adjust his thin wire framed glasses to examine a old mirror..as he looked into it, a phone message with his mother played back in his mind "..Jackie, your such a handsome boy..you got a fine job, why have you never found a wife for yourself?" He never got back to respond to it..since he took his work seriously in historical restoration, he never took time out for himself to fine himself a date. "..gotta get back to her when I get back to the hotel tonight."
 
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When refocusing his thoughts away from his mothers message and back to the old mirror on the wall, he noticed a large vertical crack in the surprisingly clean glass of the mirror. "Was that crack already there?" he wondered for a moment, not remembering to have seen it when he looked at the mirror a second ago. But the thought quickly drifted away, of course it had been there all the time, he simply didn't notice it.

Even though the sun was still up and a dim light was shining into the house from several sides, the house had a creepy feeling to it. Big empty buildings filled with cobwebs was nothing he wasn't used to. But the silence. If he didn't hear the floor creaking beneath his feet with every step, he would have been convinced he'd turned deaf.

Of course he had heard the occasional person telling him the house was haunted. But being the professional he is, he didn't pay attention to it. Of course he knew that only a fool would believe such stories...
 
Stories of haunted locations were something he always had heard walking through old places like this..the shades over the windows was not helping. Jack sighed as he took a moment to pull out his smart phone from his pocket, he pulling up Vivaldi's four seasons..something to cut through the noise.

He of course didn't believe the stories, really right now his mind was occupied with the math of restoring this old place..and he was not liking it. He took a moment to clean his face of cobwebs and take a breath and listened the music helped keep his wits about him..he didn't believe in the stories, but the history of murders alone was enough to chill him.

Soon he made his way upstairs slow and steady, aware of the steps that could be rotten away and could fall under his weight..lucky for him a old place like this was built to last, but he still was careful.
 
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The classical music did it's job pretty well. It broke the spooky silence, and covered up the annoying sound of creaking planks. When reaching the top of the stairs, which luckily didn't collapse beneath him, although they looked like they could have easily, he found that the second floor was just as big as the first. The house didn't look like much on the outside, but ended up being pretty large once you came in.

Also the second floor wasn't spared from the thick layers of dust and cobweb laying around everywhere. What suddenly surprised him was the lack of spiders. Cobwebs everywhere, but nothing in them. It had a rather mysterious feel to it.

The music playing on his phone came to an end, and it was once again silent for a couple seconds, before the next part started. In the couple seconds of silence a chill ran down his spine. The silent lifeless environment was a very creepy atmosphere to be in.
 
Breaking through yet another field of cobwebs as he begins to search through the top floor, pausing a moment when the classical music on his playlist stopped and started another..he could hear his own breath and heartbeat for that grueling few seconds...felt like minutes.

During the pause, something caught his eye..all the doors have been opened..he presumed out of a realtor attempting to sell again but failing, yet one door was closed shut. He first attempted to open it..locked. After a moment he used his weight on the barred door, the weak wood giving way. He found a old room...untouched longer then the house itsef..white linens upon the bed, including what looked looked like nightwear of a young woman...old and rotted away from moths. He walked through taking a moment to check the old mirror for cracks like he saw in the hallway entrance..

Suddenly the wireless cut out..his phone going dead and the music with it. That horrible silence began to creep in again as he cursed to himself, he taking a moment to pull out his phone to look at it "..the hell.I was getting a signal before.." he was focused on the phone, not paying attention to the room as something..changes.
 
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As the room suddenly becomes filled with silence, the light of the sun becomes dimmed by a cloud and the light in the room quickly turns to twilight. Jack looks up from his phone, surprised by the sudden lack of light. Trying to keep his imagination from running free, Jack slowly puts his phone back in his pocket and looks around, the old mirror on the wall catching his eye. Two cracks, long vertical cracks in the mirror glass. "I swear those weren't there before" crossed his mind.
His mind turning paranoid, he quickly looks around, aiming his eyes at the bed again. The linen sheets and nightgown on the bed are suddenly clear white, completely without holes. His mind already too confused to be even more surprised, he stares at the white linen gown, slowly moves his hand towards it and gently touches it with a single finger. A huge chill goes down his spine, through his entire body, causing him to clench his eyes closed for just a second. When he opens them, his hand is touching the old dusty rotten gown, as it was when he came in. "I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming." rushes through his mind. Looking back at the mirror, it's once again crackless...
 
Panic began to creep into Jack's mind as he rushed out of the room and shutting the door behind, breathing hard in a panic. He was trying to find something that was normal again to keep his mind from snapping. The haunted stories like a flood began rushing into his mind, he breathed heavy in a panic..cursing his timing, cursing his lack of the internet, cursing those who told him those stories..

His mind hen began to click..the cracks..when he looked into a mirror, it became cracked and..then it happened. The mirror before was untouched. He wanted to test this..he looked to his side and saw a bathroom. His eyes then moved along the room..the shower..the old shower curtains..the room was pretty much untouched..not even dust or cobwebs had settled upon them. The white presitne of the old bathroom was comforting enough as he took a moment to breathe..really wishing the sink would work so he could wash the dust off his face and maybe help clear his slowly growing paranoid mind..
 
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Jack reached out to the knob and turned it. The sink made some watery noises, but unsurprisingly nothing actually came out. "Sh*t" he cursed, that being the only word he could possibly say that would do justice to this insane situation. He leaned onto the sink, feeling too overwhelmed to stand up on his own.
He slowly looked up, his mind desperately hoping to see something normal. When he looked up, his face was very close to the mirror. The mirror, containing the same two cracks that the previous mirror did, and a third horizontal crack, crossing the other two. The moment he saw it, he heard a voice. A soft gentle woman's voice, saying "Hello Jack". His entire body froze. The voice sounded like it was being whispered right into his ear. It felt like his heart stopped beating completely. His perception of time stopped for a moment, and after being frozen for what as far as he knew could have been 2 seconds or 2 days, his body loosened up again. The cracks were still there, right in front of him. They looked too surreal to exist, yet they were there...
 
This was too fucking much..if he was crazy enough to try the faucet..crazy enough to start hearing voices..he knew his mind was starting to stanp..the stress pressing upon him that forced him to slump to his knees caused him to hang onto the sink like it was a rock in a rampaging rapid..

Jack just stared..and he just breathed..more and more rapidly..he was in a panic..he was trying to calm himself as he attempted to collect his thoughts "c..cracks..cracks where there before..in the first mirror..j..just didn't see them.." he attempted to rationalize in his mind "..O..others were imagination..' though in the end he didn't believe himself fully..

"And the voice..j..just in my head..heh..just to prove it.gonna talk back..going to response.. "Hello miss..good to meet you.. but if I may ask how do you know my name?" his voice was shuddering with a nervous laugh..
 
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For some reason he could not avert his eyes from the mirror. Even when he talked to the voice he thought to have heard, he kept looking at the cracked mirror, at the reflection of himself.
His body froze again. "That doesn't matter" said the soft woman's voice. There was barely any order left in his mind right now. His sight randomly started to get blurry. He quickly started blinking heavily, afraid of not being able to see it if anything happens. It didn't help, the blur didn't go away. But after he blinked for the 6th and final time, the reflection in the mirror was different. The blurry shape that was his face was still there, with behind it an unrecognizable white blur. His body was filled with shock. He tried to turn around immediately, but his body was half frozen and it took him about 2 seconds to fully turn around. Nothing there.
"Why are you scared, Jack?" the voice said softly, as if whispering into his ear...
 
He was shaking as his face turned pale. The blur causing him to slowly freak as his mind effectively was close to snapping. He was to the point of hyper ventilating as he finally got his body to turn around to see nothing...

For over a straight minute Jack could not speak or move..he weakly swollowing as he spoke up "...I..think I am going insane.." after that moment he swayed and let go of the sink slowly sliding down it's side..the tax on his mind was too much form him to bear as he slowly passing out from the shock of the event..
 
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Jack slowly opened his eyes, only a little bit. His sight was way too blurry to see, so he closed them again. His mind was numb, not remembering where he was and what had happened. But his mind slowly started clearing up, remembering the things that happened before he lost consciousness. He also noticed he was laying on something soft. Once his mind was clear enough to think, he mumbled "Ok, ok, it was a dream, just a dream."
He slowly opened his eyes again, to discover that his vision was almost entirely clear again. He stared at the roof above him for a couple seconds. An old wooden roof, covered with cobwebs. It took his mind several seconds to process it: he was still in the house. He was lying on a bed, that seemed perfectly clean, as opposed to everything else in the house.
He wanted to quickly sit up, but because his body was sore, that didn't really work out and he ended up leaning on his right arm. Right when he moved from lying to leaning position, a quick white flash happened in the corner of his eye. When he looked directly at where it happened, there was just an empty doorway...
 
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Jack just layed on the bed silently now..just..allowing his mind to rest..his body was yet to catch up as it ached from all his muscles from growing ridged and tense as they did. He paused..hand running on the soft bed he was upon..to his surprise it was clean.

When he saw the whtie flash again his mind remembered the disembodied voice..he taking a moment to run it through his mind. After a moment of tenseness he breathed again. He slowly came to the conclusion that if that white blur..whatever it was wanted to hurt him, it would have done so by now. Soon he slowly began to speak in the doors direction, at the empty hallway "..w..whats your name? Seeing you know mine.."
 
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It was silent for several seconds, dead silent. Then the voice returned. "I'm Alice" the voice said, in its usual soft, somewhat sad sounding tone.
Once again Jack was shocked that the voice actually answered him. But there was a slight feeling of relief in knowing that whatever it was had a name, and not even a scary sounding one.
As the voice spoke something white appeared in the corner of his eye again. He wanted to turn his head and look, but his body didn't allow him. Perhaps he was subconsciously afraid of seeing what was there. When he finally managed to turn his head, the whiteness was gone. All that was there was another mirror, cracked of course.
 
After he heard the voice, he jumped but then he took a moment to relax himself speaking again softly "Alice..thats a pretty name..how long have you been here Alice?" he spoke as he attempted to catch a glimpse of the white flash in the mirror..still subconsciously afraid of what he might see. Surprisingly as he saw nothing but a cracked mirror..then something hit him "..The mirriors..why do they appear cracked..? Is it..how you communicate?" he softly asked..it was a far fetched question, but he was just curious.

Jack took a moment to close his eyes to try and will his body to move..it was sluggish still, his body slowly recovering from the shock of his initial meeting.. but soon it shifted slowly to face the mirror.
 
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Again it stayed silent for several seconds before the voice replied. "A year. A century. I don't know. Having a sense of time is a privilege that only the living seem to have." Hearing the voice like this, while his mind was actually clear was weird. It had a surreal feel to it.

When shifting to face the mirror better, he saw something. A white shape was in the mirror. Something that looked like a face, a pale face. As if someone was standing in front of the mirror, but only the reflection was there. But somehow it was hard to look at. The image seemed to shift and blur in front of his eyes, like trying to read something through someone else's glasses. And before he could try to focus, he blinked and the image was gone again.

"About the mirrors" the voice suddenly said. Jack was a little shocked by the sudden voice, for some reason he felt like he got caught doing something prohibited. "I wish i could tell you. But some things are just not for the living to understand."
 
There was a pause "I understand.." Jack spoke softly in response he shifting back to look again looking up to the ceiling. "Maybe..I could help you. What can you remember when you were alive..music..clothing..local events" he asked gently, his gaze again going to the mirror attempting to catch a glimpse

He then suddenly looked away from the mirror after he heard her sudden response "Ok..just was curious..won't press on it" Soon something hit him..a sudden realization "..Hey..I remember being in the bathroom..how did I come to this bed..did you carry me or..?" he asked
 
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"Well... yes." she said in a doubtful voice. "The line between physical and immaterial is actually... quite thin." As her voice spoke those words, Jack felt something on his head. The feeling of a hand gently stroking through his hair. But in this position he couldn't see what was actually behind him. It actually barely freaked him out, as if his mind had subconsciously accepted this crazy situation.
"I could have actually contacted you directly, but... i didn't want to scare you..." she said in a sad, somewhat shameful voice.
 
Pauses a moment feeling the gentle touch..his hand instictivly moving to hers to slowly touch it, gently catching it in his grasp as he softly spoke "Hey..it's ok..you did give me a scare but..it's ok now.." he spoke breathing softly as he looked to her direction..or where he thought she was.

"You..don't have to worry about it now..ok? Lets..just..talk for a bit ok? Talk about you..I want to learn a bit more about you..I know you said it didn't matter..but..could you tell me how did you know my name?" he softly asked. His grasp still held her hand, his thumb running along the top as he felt it...though it was cold..it still had a soft feeling to it.
 
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"Life... is like a set of blurry goggles. Everything is so much clearer when you're dead. Now i can just... know who and what you are." He could hear her voice releasing a sigh, while her hand gently grabbed and held his hand.
"It's lonely though..." Her voice had now turned even more sad than it already was before. Of course he could understand that she's feeling that way.
"You're the first person i've talked to in a long time..."
 
After a breif moment Jack gave a thought on her words, nodding "I..understand..strangely enough.." he softly spoke gently as he did not let go of her hand. "Hey..I'll be around for some time.so..you can talk to me if you like.." he responded to her.l

Soon he heard his phone make a few soft beeps, showing it just recovered a signal, the classical music starting to play again in the background. If anything it was just a few moment drop "So..we can talk on whatever you like..or..just enjoy my company..seeing you've been alone for so long."
 
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She started holding his hand just a little more firmly. "Thank you" she said in a somewhat happier sounding tone. He suddenly felt the touch of a second hand, on his shoulder, but when he looked at it, there was in fact nothing visible.
"I had almost forgotten what human contact feels like..." she said with a deep sigh. "You know... If you look into the mirror... i could show you my face." she said suddenly.
 
He shifted a bit feeling the second touch of her hand on his sholder..it was not a shudder, he was not attempting to push her hand off..hust still mentally getting used to behing touched by somone he could not see "..I could imagaine.." he responded gently..though he was a man who was used to being alone, and enjoyed it..but he could not imagine being completely alone and unnoticed for so long . After hearing her his gaze moved to the mirror, curious of what she looked like..

The classical music from his phone still played, soothingly filling the room with the music..it adding some extra comfort to him..the softness was almost fitting for the moment...
 
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She slowly let go off his hand and took her other hand off his shoulder. "I'll show you" she said, her voice still sounding as if she's whispering in his ear, even though she seemingly walked away.
Shortly after her hands disappeared, the same white shape he had seen earlier for only a couple of seconds appeared in the mirror. Just like previous time, the shape was difficult to focus on, shifting and blurring randomly, but after several seconds the image started to settle, until the image of a woman was clearly visible in the old cracked mirror. It was the face of a young beautiful woman, probably in her mid 20's. Her skin was very pale, like someone who hadn't seen the sun in years, her hair completely white and her eyes grey. "That's me" she spoke softly. He could see her lips move when she spoke, but the sound didn't come from the direction on the mirror. It sounded very close, as always.
The face in the mirror looked at him with her grey eyes and showed him a faint smile...
 
Jack softly felt her hands pull away as his eyes turned attention to the mirror she had refered to. He was in sillent, taking a moment to adjust his glasses that went crooked on his face from his panic attack before to get a better look at the face that slowly appeared before him..a beautiful woman..surprisingly about his age if not a year or so younger..it caused him to be in silent awe for a moment.

"..more beautiful then I could have imagined.." he spoke being truthful. He softly shifted and slowly getting up off the bed to walk to the mirror attempted to get even a better look.
 
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