#WritcoStoryPrompt41
The mirror loomed over them as they traversed the hallways of the abandoned mansion. It was rumored that no one came out alive from it... they walked looming in the darkness, hearts beating up in their throat. They both shivered in the cold feeling the tension pulled down on them as they went into a room with only a bed and a window.
"We shouldn't be here." The woman said. Sighing as she sat on the polluted bed rubbing her temples.
"But we have to be here. We need to know what happened to the family that died in this house." The man said.
"Oh yeah, and what about the three journalists who also died in this house."
"Yeah, I know, but think of it this way, we can finally know what happened and the spirits could finally be put to rest," he said.
"I don't know, Dustin. This is too much and also heartbreaking." The woman said.
"Look, Hadassah, we're journalists. Okay, we the...