Summer Vacation

As Emily leads you up to her room, you begin chattering on about the neighbourhood and your failed attempt at breaking into the world of professional lifeguarding. You know you must sound foolish going on and on, but in Emily's company you find it difficult to get your brain working in a more sensible fashion.

Emily smiles at your inane ramble, and takes your hand to silence you. You step into the room with her and stare around, amazed, at the contents of the room.

"Wow, you've been... busy" you stammer, taking in the sight of the huge pieces of furniture in the room. You don't know how anyone could have moved all this themselves. The massive rocking chair, worn and dusty with age. The gilt-framed mirror hanging on the far wall. The battered steamer trunks, secured with sturdy locks.

"Oh, this?", Emily laughs, "This was all here already. Something about that mirror just made me think that this room was made for me. Call me vain if you must."

It certainly is a fine mirror. Walking over to it, you run your finger along the dusty frame. A shiver runs down your spine as an image of your old neighbour enters your mind. There was something not quite right about her.
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