Supernaturalville Book One: Tomb of the Haunted Bathroom

Floating closer to the bathroom, Sandra couldn't tell what she expected. She wanted to run out the front door. Run and tell her parents somebody was haunting her. They wouldn't believe her if she got into some terrible accident.

Suddenly, Sandra heard the front door open and close. Making Sandra lose her floating concentration and drop to the ground. Turning to look at the open bathroom door, Sandra watched the bathroom door close. She turned her attention to the front door, from downstairs.

Could her parents be coming home for the night? Walking toward the hall to the staircase, Sandra peered over through the balcony. It seemed her father, Mr. Starbright had entered the living room. He carried a bouquet of red and pink colored flowers in his hand. He was whistling loudly to himself. Mr. Starbright put the set of keys aside on a table by the front door. 

 "Sandra, dear! Come downstairs!" Mr. Starbright called over Sandra. Gasping, Sandra turned embarrassed and hid behind the wall to the banister. "Your Mom and I are going to stay with the neighbor's party guest house tonight," he continued. 

Sandra bravely showed herself at the top of the banister. Mr. Starbright turned his attention to his daughter. Sandra smiled wryly at him. Her father sensed she was hiding something she wasn't sharing.

"Sandra, come downstairs," her father instructed, forcefully. Sandra acknowledged her father. At first, Sandra thought and felt everything was normal. Sandra started walking one step down the staircase. She started to glide swiftly the rest of the steps the way down.

Her father looked shocked to discover his daughter could hold such talent. "We leave you home by yourself for a moment. And you can already have something going on with you, we don't know about?" Mr. Starbright said, eyes wide with fright.

Sandra looked away from her father's eyes. "I don't know what's going on with me, Dad, honest," Sandra confessed. "Maybe it's the new medication I'm on with Dr. Freedom," Sandra said. It was the best explanation she could think of. Right now, she was happy one of the living can still get her to notice her.

Mr. Starbright handed Sandra the flowers in his hand. "Give them some water and sunlight. Your Mom and I are going to stay with the Kendrincks. We're going to spend quality time with their new entertainment system they got in their den room. If you need anything, you've got our phone number, right?" Dad asked.

Sandra nodded and understood. "Good, now. I'm going to use the bathroom. And meet your Mom at Kendrinck's place," Mr. Starbright said. Sandra's smile suddenly frowned. She got in the way before her father could go up the stairs.

"What is it, dear?" Mr. Starbright asked, suspiciously. Turning to look up the staircase, to the upstairs bathroom, Sandra tried to explain and stall for attention. She pointed to the closed bathroom door.

"The plumbing got turned off," Sandra explained. "Maintence forgot to turn it back on this afternoon," she said. Mr. Starbright grunted and tried to hold his restroom habit. "Why don't you use the Kendrick's restroom at their house, instead? You can call the maintenance office on Monday," Sandra insisted.

Mr. Starbright paused. He looked at Sandra with concern. "Okay, just wanted to make sure you'll be alright for the weekend, by yourself?" Mr. Starbright asked. Sandra thought about it. She nodded and agreed she'll be okay. Even though she looked uncertain.

Grabbing the keys off the table by the front door, Mr. Starbright called, "Love you, kid!" as he walked out the front door, locking it behind him. Sandra wasn't sure how safe she'd feel. Knowing if the ghost boy in her bathroom was still going to hang around.

Sandra suddenly didn't like being left alone. She worried she might grab hold of the ghost boy in her bathroom mirror's attention, again. Sandra couldn't wait to find out any longer, if she was alone in her house.

It was suddenly cold again. Sandra couldn't feel her body. She couldn't stop shivering from the cold stab of fear creeping up her bones. "Come see this, Sandra Starbright!" Sandra suddenly perked her attention at the ghost boy in the bathroom.

She started to walk up the staircase, slowly but steady. Sandra wasn't interested in making friends with any boy dead or alive, she didn't know about. Sandra could easily tell she wasn't going to like being friends with a ghost who likes to keep her surprised. 

Sandra made it to the top of the stairs. The light in her bathroom was turned on. And the door was open. Her heart was pounding. Every step she took, made a lump of fear caught in her throat. Sandra reached the end of the hall and peered inside her bathroom…

At first, she didn't know what to suspect. There was nobody in her bathroom. Except her reflection who seemed to stare back at Sandra, with stupidity. Sandra doesn't have any logical explanation for believing she was living in a haunted house. 

Every time something unusual happened, Sandra blamed it on her wild, overactive imagination. Sandra was never afraid of anything! When there is no reason to understand why things happen for a reason, Sandra often forgets it's all make believe. 

Why would she believe some annoying little ghost would prove he could make himself alive and important to Sandra's life? She didn't have any siblings of her own. Already, she couldn't stand having a ghost for a roommate living in her bathroom mirror.

Sandra looked in the shower. Water dripped from the faucet. She turned to look at her attention in the glass mirror. Sandra looked at her wild, messy hair and sighed. Taking a brush, on the bathroom sink, Sandra started to comb and stroke her hair. 

After getting some strangled hair undone, Sandra sent the brush back down on the bathroom sink. She stared hard at her pale reflection in her bathroom mirror. It looked like any ordinary mirror. Nothing unusual about it. Sandra put a hand on the edge of the mirror. She watched her reflection do the same to her.

Then, the mirror started to glow! Sandra stepped back. After the glow disappeared, an image of a graveyard appeared in the reflection of her bathroom mirror. It didn't seem real! But Sandra was looking into some kind of magic crystal ball…

Sandra was looking at a tombstone covered in flowers that appeared in the mirror. She couldn't tell who the tombstone was for. Because as she looked at the light coming from the moon in the mirror, the tombstone seemed blank. There was nothing written or engraved on the gray, block tombstone.

"What's going on?" Sandra whispered to herself, out loud. "This doesn't make any sense." Sandra complained. There was only one empty tombstone in the whole graveyard in the frame of the dark mirror in Sandra's bathroom.

"What is this about?" Sandra demanded. Sandra wasn't a very loud person. So, she wasn't sure anybody could hear her. Sandra started to walk away from the bathroom mirror. And walk out the door.

When suddenly, the lights in the dressing room mirror flashed and shattered glass everywhere… Plunging Sandra into total darkness. She opened her mouth a horrified scream and fainted in her bathroom. Nearly missing hitting her head on the toilet seat next to her.

Blinking her eyes a couple of times to adjust to the darkness, Sandra didn't know how long she had been unconscious. She felt a warm, firm hand on her forehead. Startling her with his touch, Sandra sat upright, fully awake now.

Looking around the dimly lit bathroom, Sandra came face to face with a young boy about her age. He seemed friendly and smiled at her. But she wasn't sure what he was doing here. Or what he planned to do. 

"What do you want from me?" Sandra asked the little boy nervously. He just laughed and kindly helped Sandra to her feet. "How did you get in here?" Sandra asked, continuing to feel curious.

The young boy smiled and pointed to the broken bathroom mirror. Sandra didn't know what to think. "I came from the other side of the mirror, Sandra Starbright," the boy with a slight accent explained. "You helped me escape from it. Because you were asking for too much help. I used to live here with my grandparents. Before they caught me playing with dark magic. I found it on some comic book magazine subscription. My soul got trapped in your bathroom mirror. I can't stay with the living forever. You must help me get back to the mirror. Or else you'll be sorry you ever knew I existed!" the little boy snapped, pinning Sandra to the bathroom door.

Sandra didn't know what else to do. So, Sandra turned and bolted out of the bathroom. Sandra wanted to get away from him, fast! She never wanted to see anybody again! Before it was too late!