OOC Thread:<br/>viewtopic.php?f=18&t=10655<br/><br/>Evan woke up knowing that something was wrong - the kind of wrong that accompanied the apocalypse, a natural disaster, or a trip to the dentist's office. He knew that something was wrong because he managed to wake up before the alarm clock. He frowned at the glowing numbers that glared 3:45. Way before the alarm clock. He grunted rolling out of bed and stretching with a yawn. It took him hours to fall to sleep last night, the groans and squeaks of the old house had woken him every few minutes.<br/><br/>Evan quietly pulled his bedroom door open, glancing up and down the hall, and stepped He could still see light coming from his sisterâ€™s room and the quiet shuffling of paper. The heavy snores from Ethanâ€™s room alerted him to the fact that he and Emily were most likely the only ones awake at this hour. He passed his parents room, unsurprised that it was dark and silent. He hadnâ€™t seen them since the day they moved into their grandfatherâ€™s home.<br/><br/>He made it to the main entrance and climbed up the staircase to the third floor, his bare feet slapped against the marble floor as he walked down the hall to the door at the end.  He opened it up and ran his hand along the wall until he found the switch.  Light flooded his grandfatherâ€™s study, and he shut the door studying the partially clean room. The study was his project since they arrived. the first floor was a bit straighter now, cleaner too, with most of the nick knacks and junk either boxed up and put into another room or found a place on the shelves the encircled the room. His grandfatherâ€™s mahogany desk still sat in front of the window, sometimes he could still see the old man bent over the desk muttering to himself and scribbling away in his journal, only looking up to make sure his little â€˜heathensâ€™ werenâ€™t causing too much trouble.<br/><br/>Evanâ€™s feet led him to the spiral stair case that led to the second floor of the study. He put his foot on the first step, looking over his shoulder half expecting his grandfather to be standing behind him ready to pick him up by the scruff of his neck scolding him for trying to go up the staircases. None of them were allowed upstairs, not even the old man.<br/>Shaking himself Evan pushed himself forward climbing the rest of the staircase. He reached the top and looked around, unimpressed. It was empty for the most part, a few boxes stacked in the corners, a dusty dining room table sat in the middle with delicate china still in place. He snorted going in further, really what had he been expecting?<br/><br/>He walked over to the window and with a strong tug raised it letting fresh air in. He leaned against the window observing the forest around them, the old man had always liked his isolation, becoming to irritated with the city and its never ending noise. Personally, Evan agreed this place was peaceful if a bit too quiet in the early hours of the morning. He sighed as a breeze flowed in, but turned when he heard a flutter. In the corner of the room the breeze caught a cloth draped over something. He frowned strolling over and catching the sheet.<br/>â€œSilk?â€ he muttered surprised. With a tug he yanked the sheet off surprised to see himself staring back at him. An ornate mirror stood proudly in the room its surface gleaming like water. Evan ran his hand over the mirror in amazement â€œJewels? Is this real gold?â€ he asked incredulously running his hand over the glowing frame and intricate designs. It almost looked like some kind of language; he studied them closely tracing the pattern. Deciding to look it up later, he turned his attention back to his reflection, or rather what should have been just his reflection.<br/><br/>â€œWhat the-â€œEvan yelped stumbled back tripping over a chair and falling the floor landing on his butt. He looked behind looking for whoever was just standing in the mirror with him.  The area was empty. Taking a deep breath Evan put a hand over his heart willing it to stop beating so fast. Looking at the mirror, he crawled back to it and sat down in front of it, studying his reflection intently. Nope no man there, just him this time. He put his hand over the surface, letting out a puff of laughter â€œmaybe I should just go back to bedâ€¦â€<br/><br/>Evan stiffened as the feeling that woke him suddenly washed over him. Evan looked over his shoulder, maybe Emily was trying to play with him, but all he could do was let out a short scream as his arm was pulled and he was sent tumbling into, no, through the mirror. The surface rippled for a moment then smoothed. A strong wind entered through the window and a giggle echoed around the room.