Shanayya opened the door and said goodbye to her client, watching as Rhandy entered just afterwards. She muttered a hello to him and began cleaning up her things, putting them back in their original places. She had to clamp her mouth closed when she felt it opening, ready to tell her brother about what she had seen. Like always, it was Aunt Kate in the mirror. But she reminded herself that she never spoke of these occurences with her brother, who would most likely not listen to a word she said and laugh.<br/><br/>Rhandy collapsed on one of the two beds with a sigh. Bartending was always hard work, even during the two hour shift in the mornings. He got up once Shanayya finished putting things back in the bathroom and walked into the room, closing the door behind him and washing his face in the sink. He felt someone staring at him, making the blond hairs on his neck stand straight up. He whipped around, but the bathroom was completely empty.<span style="font-style: italic">God, why are you so jumpy today?</span>He thought, shaking his head and returning his focus to the sink.<br/><br/>Rhandy buried his face in a towel, drying away the water droplets slowly before removing his face from it's soft surface. He saw a shadow, and looked up in the mirror to see his mother. It would of been reassuring to see her if she hadn't been murdered, and the reflection wasn't covered in blood with her frowning. He stifled a scream in the towel, falling to the floor when he stepped back in surprise.<br/><br/>Shanayya heard a clatter in the bathroom and ran to the door, opening it quickly. She saw Rhandy on the floor and gasped kneeling beside him. "What the hell happened?" She asked, grabbing his hand and helping him up. He coughed and looked around for an excuse as he set the towel down. "Tripped on the cord." He said simply, pointing at the curling iron. "God, be more careful. Scared the shit out of me!" Shanayya yelled, turning around and walking out of the bathroom.<br/><br/>Rhandy chuckled, trying to forget the figure he saw in the mirror.<span style="font-style: italic">It's just me getting creeped out because I miss mom, that's all.</span>He thought to himself, yet not being as reassuring as he had hoped. "Not literally, I hope." He said to his sister before practically collapsing on the bed. He felt kind of weak almost suddenly after seeing the ghost, and hoped it was just the sudden fear of seeing his mother.