One Room Left

It's so much fun getting characters into trouble...





Jared stared into the mirror which was covered with a waxy film. Neither the mirror nor the rest of this house had been cleaned in years. He wandered around trying to find the source of the buzzing, its pitch painful to his ears. “Where is it?” he muttered. Jared found himself at the base of the rickety staircase, the wood floor boards bowed and worn from age. The buzzing grew louder as he moved upstairs and then grew quiet as he got to the landing. It was as if the noise were teasing him, but somehow he knew that going back down was not an option. Slowly he crept along the hallway, poking his head into each room, hoping to discover its origins. Now, there was only one room left.