She can’t take it anymore, this unsettling feeling, this eerie presence appears to be inseparable from her. She doesn’t remember feeling this way when she was a little kid spending her days playing in the garden joyfully with her parents while her parents were still around. In those days, the voices, the shadows, they were all so insignificant that her little self didn’t even give it a thought. Their house was a place of comfort and inner warmth. She loved its bright wallpapers, it’s wooden floors that made a clack-clack sound when she would walk on it in her mother’s heels. She loved it there, loved every corner of their home. She sometimes thinks about that sunny past and wonders how she ended up in this gloomy present. She can’t think clearly anymore for she’s always worried about the presence! The voices became louder and louder and the shadows darker after the horrifying death of her parents. The presence haunts her days and clouds her mind. What does it want from her? She’s losing her mind! Not only the presence has ruined her being, but it has destroyed her beloved house; there is no taking care of her home when someone else is living in it without her consent, tormenting her soul! Why wouldn’t it leave her alone?! Hasn’t she already suffered enough?!! Why does it keep talking and talking and talking, why does it look at her when she is trying to sleep? Why is it there when she is looking into the mirror?…

The situation of the house doesn’t help with her condition either, the bright wallpapers are coming off as if someone has been scratching it. The damned presence! Water is dripping from the ceiling and the clacking sound of the wooden floor is driving her even madder. What can she do about her situation? Today she is walking around the house so nervously, biting her nails; she didn’t sleep at all last night the voice was louder than the rats chewing their way into the walls of the house. She tried to negotiate, but it wouldn’t listen. She begged to be left alone, so today she feels even more senseless! She couldn’t believe the presence kept smiling at her in the mirror! How is that even possible?? Has she gone mad?!! She thought she could put an end to this mess gently, but it seems impossible, so she’s now trying to find a better solution. If only the god forsaken shadowy figure and the voices would give her a break! She is looking around the house, storming in and out of different rooms, unbelievable how it’s still talking! “Stop it! Please leave me alone, I beg you!” she cried in agony. It’s now in all the mirrors of the house; it has robbed her of the ability to think and see clearly. Now wait, what’s that in the corner of her parents’ room? She hasn’t been there through the years following their deaths. It’s the gun belonging to her dad. She remembers going hunting with him, they would hide in the bushes for hours trying to kill rabbits and deers, she would feel calm and free in those hours. If only it was still able to grant her that absolute sense of peace. So, trying to teach a lesson to the intrusive presence and ending this suffering for good, she takes the gun and pulls the trigger. The voices are now silent, and the presence is gone, but she’s no more… All the mirrors are shattered.