Mark was confused when he woke to three men holding him by the bed, looking around for Beth she lay trembling on the bed naked and exposed to all in the room. Turning he saw Glenn, his younger brother, shit this wasn't good not good at all

"Glenn what the hell?"

"Hell is where you are going Mark, for years I have wanted Beth, loved her, yet you took her, now you will suffer both of you."

"Please Glenn what ever you….." Mark was hit full force in his stomach the pain doubling him over as he watched Glenn climb on the bed stripping himself, he couldn't be thinking no, not to his sister in law, Mark' tried to wrestle from the hold he had to get to Beth, save her from what Glenn had planned.

"Glenn please don't do this, leave her be, your problem is with me not her" Beth couldn't move her body had gone into shock her thoughts on Matthew, please god keep him safe, her eyes went to Mark the fear shining through them, telling him she loved him.

"WHAT TAKE WHAT IS MINE WATCH BROTHER DEAR AS I RAPE YOUR WIFE IN FRONT OF YOU" Mark shut his eyes, hearing the pain as Beth screamed, hating what was happening unable to do anything, once Glenn had finished the men took it in turns her body brutally raped and left for dead. Mark had been beaten by this time to damaged to move, unable to stop anything that had happened. Moving towards her, he screamed when Glenn torched her body, his wife screaming in agony for him to help, were the only sound he could hear in his head as darkness took him.

Her body was burning as Glenn laughed how they would suffer now, using some rope he had with him he hung her out the window by her neck, which snapped instantly as he dropped her. Hearing his nephews first cries, he walked to him he was so small so tiny in his cot, crying for his now dead mummy and his missing daddy. Should he finish the job, no let the child grow up thinking how his dad had murder his mum in a fit of jealousy

"Come we need to leave, someone would have notified the authorities by now" all four left, Kevin Nash, Steve Austin, Scott Hall and Glenn Jacobs, all had committed the worse crime in that state, all high on drugs, had they been of sane mind maybe Beth would have lived that night and Mark wouldn't have been banished.

Present Day

Stacy knocked on the large door, it needed a paint, Beth would never have left it like this, neither would Mark, they had loved their home. To see if like this broke her heart, hearing the lock undo she looked up into Glenn's smiling face, well he was the last person she expected to see, Mark and his brother had no love between them even Beth banned him from the house, so what was he doing here?

"Stacy, good to see you honey come on in." Shit what the hell was this little bitch doing here, it had been over 2 years since Beth's younger sister had been near the house and then she couldn't even come in. What would she be now around 22, she wasn't bad to look at, he didn't mind them young, he could persuade her into his bed he was sure

"Where's Matthew?" so she had come to see her nephew that kid was mad, talking to mirrors, shivering he lead her to the kitchen where Matthew was sat with Mrs Roberts.

Looking at how pale he was, he didn't look human, had they kept him hidden away from the sunlight and the light since Beth's death surely not, that would be child cruelty.

"Mrs Roberts how are you?" Claire turned to her, so glad to see her, wrapping her in her arms, she thanked god some light was being brought back into this dead house. Bending down after her hug she looked at Matthew

"Hello sweetheart, I'm…"

"Your my aunty Stacy daddy said you would be here to save us" Glenn threw a mug across the room

"ENOUGH OF THAT SHIT YOUR DAD HAS GONE MATTHEW HE ISNT HERE" Storming out, he left Stacy to pick up the sobbing child, what had gone down here in the last two years.

"I'm going to take him upstairs he looks tired? Claire has he even been out in the sunlight he looks so pale"

"He won't leave the house Stacy, says his daddy is here and we need to find him before it is too late"

Stacy nodded, how could they let a three year old get like this, and why was Glenn here, something wasn't right. Taking Matthew upstairs they went passed a large mirror

"Hi daddy" Stacy stopped in her tracks, there was no one around but the mirror, and only Matthew and herself were in it. Oh well heading to his bedroom, which she found by sheer fluke, she placed him on his bed, how dark and dull it was, opening the window the cool summer air rushed through, there that was better, noticing a few mirrors dotted around the room, she watched as Matthew walked to one

"Yes daddy you told me she would come, she doesn't believe me no one does"

"Matthew who are you talking to"

"daddy, see he is in there" pointing to the mirror, he smiled, Stacy couldn't see anything slamming it face down, she did this with them all, this was starting to scare her.

"Noooooo I want to speak to daddy" Matthew turned the mirror back up as Stacy took it out of his hand, not before she saw a dark figure move across and disappear. No it was her imagination she was tired from the drive, settling Matthew down she made sure each mirror was removed and placed face down out of his way. Heading back downstairs, she took in the derelict look of the place this wasn't what Mark and Beth would like especially not for Matthew, the poor child had been left too long on his own, things were going to change.

"Mrs Roberts"

"Claire sweetheart, your sister called me that, I miss her so much her and Mark, such a wonderful couple so much love" wiping the tears from her eyes she apologised for crying

"Claire, no need to apologise I miss them too so much. How long has Matthew been talking to mirrors"

"Around four months now it started two years to the day when …" sobbing again , Stacy placed her arm around her.

"So two years to the day, and it is his daddy he says" all Claire could do was nod,

"I….dddddon't know what too do with the littllle mite he has suffered enough"

"I know, how I know, from now on we do not allow mirrors in the house, I will take them all down each and everyone"

"that would be best Stacy I didn't have the heart to do it, thought it would be something he would grow out off, I tell you what honey I will make a nice hot cup of tea and you can do what you need to" Stacy headed back up, her feet taking her to the room she never wanted to see, her hand reached for the handle, her heart in her mouth, opening the door, she looked at what had been Mark and Beth' room, it was clean as if nothing had ever happened, in fact she found it strange that the paint had been redone, the whole room looked newly decorated. Sitting on the bed she let her hand ghost over the covers. Why had this room been done and the rest of the house been left to rot.

"I miss you Beth so damn much, whatever happened here that night, I know you suffered, how you didn't deserve it. Nor did Mark I know he is innocent I just need to prove it" getting up she heard a noise just outside the room, heading out she looked around, by her foot was a small mirror smashed to bits.