I awoke to that same cold feeling. I felt myself walking around the house. The ghost must have repossessed me while I slept. As my mind awoke, I tried to figure out what the ghost was having me do. It seemed I was just wandering aimlessly. After about an hour of this, I began to grow frustrated. I had to break free. It seemed the longer I was possessed the less will I had to fight back. I struggled to move one of my fingers, trying harder even though I could feel the ghost growing angry. I heard a loud cracking sound and everything went dark.
When I finally awoke, I was still standing. I could feel an intense sore ache in my legs, as thought I had been standing for hours. I wanted to cry out, but of course I couldn't. The ghost was furious, and my head ached with its rage. I knew this time I would not be allowed to leave.
I was possessed for what felt like days. I spent the time being forced to do pointless tasks like walking up and down the stairs. Sometimes the ghost would make me walk over to the door and try the door knob, as though further proving that I was trapped, mocking me. I tired to gage how long I had been there, in that wretched house. But there was no difference between days. The house was dark all the time. Cold all the time.
I felt no hunger, even sleep seemed needless. My mind began to dull as time wore on, it seemed that the ghost had control of that two. But still two nagging questions remained: Who was the ghost? and why had they decided to haunt me like this? It could have just let me leave that morning. But it didn't. I kept pondering those questions until I finally asked the ghost. I thought clearly, trying to address the ghost, if it is possible to address something inside your own head, what it wanted to do with me. I could feel it heard me. I slowly began to turn towards the stairs.
(The final installment of The Mirror in the Third Bedroom will be posted on Halloween night)
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