Roughly thirteen years ago I lived in a two story apartment. It was by no means old, or in any way creepy. The neighborhood was a shit pit but as I wasn’t much for playing outside as a kid so I never really dealt with that. It was summer, it had to be as it was early morning and I wasn’t in school. However my parents were both at work and I had free reign of the entire place.
So naturally I explored my parents’ bedroom. I found nothing too interesting (barring my dads porn collection) so I resigned myself to jumping up and down on their king size bed. It wasn’t actually a bed just a few huge mattresses stacked on top of one another. While I was bouncing with what I can only imagine was childish glee my eyes unconsciously took in their room. It was small and wall to wall band flags and posters. With the exception of one, thin, and very tall, mirror.