Still carrying her backpack and the ice pack, Paige finally started walking up the street towards her house. It was dark now and nobody was out on the street. So that meant no awkward or shocked stares from people as they saw an ice pack and a backpack seemingly floating in midair.
She still couldn't believe that the nurse apparently could not see her standing right in front of her. And what freaked Paige out even more was the fact that she couldn't even see her own reflection in the mirror! It was as if she was invisible! But … that was impossible. Right?
Continuing up Prescott Street, Paige finally made it to the Halliwell Manor. The dark mansion let her know one thing that made her stomach sink: her cousins were gone and the house was empty. At least that's what she was guessing. And after the happenings of last night, she for sure didn't want to be stuck in the large, creepy, seemingly haunted house by herself.
Her own house never looked more dreadful. Letting out a great, big sigh Paige took the first step towards the front door. The huge oak door gave an ominous feeling to Paige as she stuck her key in the keyhole and creaked the door open. Luckily, it was dark and no neighbors were around. For they would have seen the door to the Halliwell Manor supposedly open by itself.
Closing the door behind her, Paige scans the foyer of the manor, where the only light was illuminating. Her stomach was in knots. She grew up in the house but she never felt more like a stranger. She cast a nervous glance up towards the attic …
"Phoebe?" Paige called out nervously, praying for an answer. A creak responded, making the knots in her stomach buckle even further. She walked into the kitchen, quickly turning on the lights. She had watched enough horror movies to know that you aren't supposed to bumble around in the dark for too long. Especially in a large house where ghosts and murderers had plenty of hiding spots to jump at her from.
"Piper? Prue?!"
Silence. Her throat suddenly went dry. She gulped and gulped, trying to get the cotton mouth feeling she had to disappear. At this point, Paige was beginning to panic. NONE of her cousins were home and the manor was just WAY too creepy for her in its current state for her to be home alone.
Rushing through the rest of the house, Paige fruitlessly searches for her three cousins in the living room and the den. She barely had enough courage to peep their names at the top of the stairs leading to the basement. She didn't dare go all the way in the basement, though.
Making it back to the foyer, stopping right at the foot of the stairs leading to the attic, Paige dreadfully came to the conclusion (quite obviously, however) that she was, in fact, all alone in the house. At least that's how it seemed to be. That's what she hoped. What she didn't hope was some godforsaken, supernatural being like something out of the Poltergeist didn't come from the attic and claim her soul.
She slightly chuckles at herself inwardly, taking another awkward glance up to the attic. Her mind wanders to what went on in the house last night and the mysterious 'Book of Shadows' that Phoebe discovered in the attic. And the fact that their family come from a long, powerful line of witches. It all sounded completely absurd to Paige. She didn't believe in witches and wizards and magic and childish things like that. Sure, she loved Harry Potter and the books and the movies but never would she have thought that things like that were actually real!
Walking past the large body mirror in the hallway made her worries and fright increase tenfold when she saw that her reflection still wasn't being shown. Either she was going crazy or she really couldn't be seen in mirrors or by people. She had no idea what to think.
"This is crazy," Paige said softly to herself, her heart beginning to thump more loudly and rapidly in her chest. Her nervousness and panic of the situation wasn't helping, either.
Taking a step towards the mirror, Paige gently places a hand on it. That action wasn't reflected by the mirror, though. All she could see through it was the wall that stood directly behind her. She quickly shook her head, trying to get rid of the jittery cobwebs that had formed in her brain. And out of nowhere, a small object jets past her and races up the steps!
Paige gasps in surprise and fear, turning to the object as she watches paddle up the steps to the attic, stopping suddenly to turn and look at her. Her heart continuing to race, Paige realized that it was small kitten.
Eyeing the baby cat suspiciously, Paige wasn't sure how it had gotten into house when the door was locked when she arrived. It stared her down, curiously tilting its head at her.
"Hi, kitty," the black haired teenager said sweetly and slowly, stepping towards the kitten cautiously. It had a collar on its neck, a clear indication that it belonged to someone. After taking another step towards it, Paige reached an arm out to the cat carefully, the thought of attempting to pick it and check the collar more closely in her mind.
Baby kitty had other plans, however. As soon as Paige was about to place her finger on the collar, the cat dashed up the steps and right to the attic, causing Paige to tumble and fall on the steps.
Cursing herself silently for being so clumsy, Paige looked up and saw that the door to the attic was slightly ajar, the kitten disappearing inside. If this wasn't a sign, she didn't know what else was. The cat, out of the nurse at school, the other kids at school, and every other mirror that she came across was able to see her. Or at least feel her presence. And for it to be in the house when Paige had used the key to get in was telling her something all at once.
Things were getting weirder and stranger by the second as the day and night wore on.
