Horror Stories from Horrified - Volume One (2)

A gr and dr essing table sat over in the cor ner of the r oom. I couldn't r esist going
over and taking a seat. Maybe it was just me, but in the mir r or , I'm sur e my
r eflection looked pr ettier than usual. This was a r eal ladies?r oom ? a r oom I w ould
love to have for myself. Ther e was a musical baller ina box sat on the gr and dr essing
table. I picked it up and opened it. A beautiful tune played fr om it for a few seconds
befor e fading. I closed it, put it back.
A gr and old var nished chest of dr aw er s stood betw een the tw o w indow s. The
dr aw er s w er e stiff. Once opened, all I could see w er e old clothes, but under neath
these dusty gar ments, I found a book ? a diar y on closer inspection ? not too
dissimilar to my ow n. It was tied closed. I felt bad at fir st but was too intr igued not
to open it.
Inside, many of the pages had w or ds that you w ould expect to be in most ladies'
pr ivate diar ies; all manner of feelings and gener al gossip. I skipped thr ough the
pages to the back of the diar y. The back page caught my attention. Separ ate fr om
the r est of the diar y it r ead differ ently:
?In recent times I have become depressed. Affected by the person I once loved, in a
way that I cannot express clearly enough, except to say this...
I am confined within...?
I r ecognised these w or ds ? similar to the w or ds in my diar y.
?...these walls, for what seems like an eternity. He was so kind in the beginning.
That kindness slowly turned to control.?
These w er e his deceased w ife?s w or ds.
?I was so grateful to him for letting me stay when I had nowhere else to go ? ever
so grateful. I was surprised that he took such notice of me when in reality I was just
his cleaner.?
I dr opped the book in shock; now r ealising the danger I was in.
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