Maryanne lived alone in an old rundown apartment building. The bricks were faded, and the fire escapes were almost a certain death if one tried to actually use them. Her apartment was cozy enough, though. She took joy in the simple decorations she had. Plants abounded in the apartment, as did pictures of cute animals and stuffed bears. She lived alone, but she never felt like it. Her pictures and stuffed animals were company enough for her. She stood in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, adding the finishing touches to her burgundy hair before she went out tonight. She didn’t have a date, but there was a bar she enjoyed going to; they always played good music. Maryanne was adjusting a bobby pin, making sure it was in the right place when a flash of white streaked down the mirror behind her. She spun around, her heart racing, and she looked around frantically. Nothing was there, save the doorway leading into her sparsely furnished living room. There was the sofa, coffee table, and television that almost never saw use.
“Hello?” she whispered to the empty room.
Hearing nothing, she turned back to the mirror to finish her hair. With a chilling scream, she spun around, her eyes wide and the blood draining from her face.
“Hello?” Her voice could barely be heard and her rapid breathing misted out in front of her face. She had been so certain of what she saw.Continue reading “Rise, Rise – Chapter Three”