My Dressing Table

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We were shifting to the city Merida from Tulum in Mexico. The city Tulum was my childhood, but the fortune of my father's post in his company made the whole family move out from our own residential house in Tulum. Our beautiful had to be sold and start a new life from Merida. I missed my old house, full of memories. But, I didn't really have any close friends here, to miss them. My reaction to my fathers decision was quite calm. I would rather be neutral than show an extreme attitude. We had been living in the house since I was born. I could say that I was a bit excited to travel to a new city and a new home. My father promised us that we will buy a better house. My room would be larger and finally get a beautiful dressing table for myself. The word ‘dressing table’ made me forget everything and I was quite impatient to reach Merida. This is certainly because I was wishing for one, perhaps for a long time. I had a small mirror which just showed my face. I wanted to see myself wearing outfits and see how I looked. That mirror was not quite the size I wished for. Therefore, I wished to have a dressing table in my room. But the huge size wouldn’t fit in my room. I won’t have much space left. That was the most ecstatic feeling when I imagined having an antique dressing table in my room. I thought, what aesthetic should my new room be? What decors do I need to buy to match with the new dressing table? I think I should just put my room in a royal brown aesthetic. It will definitely match with my new dressing table. Wow! That would be so amazing, I was thinking all this, when my mom called me.

“Sofia, it’s time we leave now. I know you’re cherishing all your memories here.” She smiled.

“Yeah, I guess.” I chuckled because I was doing rather the opposite thing.

I happily sat in the car waving to my old house that we are now just making our life better. But the time I spent in this house was also full of pleasure and calm. I obviously didn’t have a lot of emotions or feelings for these things as I was Fourteen years old. It was a 5 hour long journey in the car. We stopped at a gas station and had snacks. But the rest of the time just passed as I was busy playing games and I must have slept one hour unknowing whilst playing games. We reached Merida at 7 P.M. When I woke up, I saw my father with some porters. They were unloading some of our furniture to our house. I stood in front of our new house. It felt like my dream home.

“How’d you like it?” My father asked, raising his eyebrows and a smile on his face. He continued, “Your room and to mention your luxurious-antique dressing table is waiting for you. It’s the same color you wanted ‘royal brown’.”

“Thank you, dad!” I cried and hugged him.

Inside my mother was setting up her beautiful modern kitchen. She smiled.

“Gotta see my new room!” I said eagerly.

“Go ahead, you'll love it.” She said,

I went inside. My mouth was left open. It was not a bit larger than my old room. But, a lot. The room was indeed THE room, the room was for me. I set up my stuff in the cupboards. Decorated my room with the matching lights. My favorite pictures and posters hang on the walls.

“Sofia, it’s dinner time. We’re already late, dear.” My mom called.

“Yes mom. I’ll just hang this last sticker on the wall.” I said.

I came for dinner. We were late according to our usual dinner time, because of setting up the house. Then, it was time for sleeping. I set my bed with the best beddings and a beautiful pillow case.

It was midnight, I don’t quite remember what exactly the time was. I saw someone stepping out of the mirror. I was panting. It was an indefinite, inhumane figure. Like some black air. It vanished in the air. By stepping out, I meant that, as I opened my blurry eyes, the ones who woke up from a deep sleep. I saw a black foot coming out through the mirror. My eyes were opened at its slightest to see what would happen next. And then I fell asleep. I almost forgot about it the next day. There were Halloween holidays going on in Mexico. So, I didn't have school as well. I was chilling in my room on my laptop browsing some cool halloween costume ideas. Till the electricity went. I ignored and continued my search until I heard my mom scream.

“Mom! What is it!” I came out of the room and began searching for her, it was getting dark and dark clouds hovered above the sky. I turned on the flashlight in my phone and searched for her. She was possibly in the kitchen. I first went there, now she was nowhere to be found.

SO-FIA.” A voice came from my room, like someone sang my name. It was an unnatural voice and a soft voice. The voice felt uncanny.

“Mom, you’re trying to scare me. Right?” I chuckled because I assumed she was pranking me, but I certainly needed reassurance.

“I am not.” The voice felt creepy. It was a woman's voice. She then laughed. The voice was like a witch- the one I hear in the movies, when she won something.

“Mom! Please stop!” I shouted. I knew she wasn't my mom. But, I showed the strange woman that I wasn’t scared at all.

“I can hear your panting.” She then cackled. I couldn’t see her, just hear her. I turned back towards my room. She was inside the dressing table.

“This was my dressing table, but they burnt me, accusing me as a witch. I was a young girl. Therefore, I turned into something for which they accused me.” She cackled in an evil manner. Where this dressing table goes, I don’t let them use MY DRESSING TABLE!”

“Mom! Stop with the drama!” I shrieked. I was crying my eyes out. She caught me crying, shaking, trembling and scared of her.

She said, “I Won! They're not anymore and soon you will not be!”

“Where are they? What have you done?” I sobbed.

“They shouldn’t have bought this dressing table.” She said in an angry manner. She quickly sprinted towards me and everything went black. Then, I saw an old shop named Tienda de domus. I saw my father speaking with the cashier there. One of them was my royal dressing table. The others were too modern and the choices I would not prefer. I had already described to my father the one dressing table I wanted. Therefore, he insisted he wanted to buy that dressing table. The cashier warned my father, alarmed him that the dressing table was going in the trash and it wasn’t even new. I saw my father giving extra cash, excitedly, to see MY reaction. The other’s were new but too modern and didn’t look classic as well. I suddenly fell down.

“Did you see how he bought my dressing table? I had warned the cashier to get me rid of humans, he tried. But your father insisted him, giving him extra cash!” She went speaking in a furious manner.

“I will get rid of this dressing table. Please spare us!” I cried.

“Spare?” Her voice sounded more horrifying.
“Yes, please bring my parents back!” I said.

She said, “Don’t cry over spilt milk. I think you are useless to be alive.”

“It was my fault! Why did you punish them! He did it for me.” I fell to the ground and I could see losing all my senses.

“I was never loved by my near ones. That might be the reason!” She said and vanished, I was left deserted.

I never woke up again. The house became abandoned. And no one dares to even cross this route, because of me. I set up my room with different aesthetics. Looked after my mother’s kitchen and father’s collection of guns. I never bought any dressing table as I have nothing to embrace myself. It’s just my soul and my home. And the people who never look at this street. I regret myself for the thing I wished for.

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