So sorry for not posting up chapter four last week everyone! DX

But now, my favourite chapter to write after four: five!

And you'll see why. ;)

Cora, Emily and the story belong to me. The rest belongs to the respective creators.

No song this time, just your own imagination.

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I'm too lazy to bother with pulling on some decent clothes or brushing my hair, so I'm still in my pyjamas when I start to make a breakfast of bacon and eggs, the heat off the pan fogging my glasses up every minute after I wipe them. I greedily inhale the fresh smells coming from the pan and then the plate as I serve it up with a glass of orange juice next to it.

Unfortunately, the scents of breakfast aren't enough to distract me from the sound of a hovercar landing outside. I leave with the bacon and eggs with a twinge of regret and walk out the door, but my regret turns into instantaneous joy when I see that the taxi has a passenger wearing an unmistakeable purple turtleneck underneath two button-up shirts, one on top of the other.

I can't help but run towards Emily and sweep her off her feet, giggling and smiling before I put her back down.

"Cora!" Emily exclaims, "I can't believe we're going to be neighbours!"

"I know, right? I so gotta give you a tour of my place! By the way, did Jasper take you here?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I gotta ask him something."

"What for, kiddo?" He sticks his head out the window, puffing a little on his cigarette.

"Is there anything you can find for Operation: Eagle's Cross?"

"Eagle's Cross…I haven't heard that one in a while…I'll try. I'll see if I can send it to you past your dad's proxy as well."

"Eagle's Cross?" Em frowns, "What's that?"

"After the tour, Em. Long-ish story. Best of luck with the searching, Jasper."

"If you two can take out those bags from the boot and the back of the car, then I'll be able to fly off and see if I can find anything about it."

The boot pops open and the both of us pull out the rest of Emily's bags and the back of the car before they automatically close and the hovercar takes off into the sky at near-rocket speed.

"Should I drag my stuff to your place?"

"Mm…maybe not. Let's just ditch it at your front door and then I can take you around. I haven't been around your place before, so you've got that to explore once we're done with mine."

"Sounds cool to me."

So I help Emily with dragging her bags to the hallway of her house before she re-locks the door and we run back to my place.

"Wow," she breathes, stunned, "This is so…homely. Ed and Ell did awesome refurbishing this place."

"I know, huh? C'mon, let me show you around and we can eat and talk too. I was about to have breakfast when I heard you coming."

"Oh! I'm so sorry for interrupting your breakfast! It's probably cold by now!"

"Eh, it's nothing, Em. It's better to be eating with two instead of eating alone, anyway."

"True. But get dressed first. It's not a proper tour of the place if you're in your pyjamas."

I manage to take Em through the bedrooms, the kitchen, attic and basement, explaining what had happened in the past few days. But as we move through each room, nothing happens. I don't know about Em, but I can't stop looking behind my shoulder as I leave each room, half-expecting something to do a jumpscare and make us scream.

I'm about to finish the tour in the living room…

Until we pass by the mirror.

"Cora?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there anything wrong with mirrors from the 21st Century?"

"No, I think they work fine just like the mirrors these days. Why ask?"

"Your hoodie is blue in the reflection."

I turn slowly towards the opaque glass of the mirror, and I find out that Em's right.

Not only that, but my hair is a shade lighter and my eyes aren't there, just black sockets. Em herself has faint highlights of orange in her hair and is wearing a purple hoodie and green jacket on top, instead of the turtleneck and buttonups.

I blink and pinch myself, and our reflections change again.

This time, my hoodie returns to green, but my jeans are khaki and my hair is significantly darker. My eyes are back, but instead of having heterochromia, they're totally brown.

Thankfully, Em's reflection returns to normal.

"Em? Are we hallucinating?"

"I don't know…"

Then, the reflections speak.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, my reflection is normal.

But there is another four figures in the mirror.

And there is nobody next to the two of us looking into it.

We scream.

They're all dressed in a plain hoodie-and-jeans outfit, but their hoodies are different colours and the one in purple has a green overcoat on top of his hoodie. The one in a green hoodie speaks up first after our screams, raising his hands, trying to calm us down from our shock.

"Whoa, wait! I can explain!"

"Did you really have to scare the flip out of us to give an explanation, you…whatever you are!" Em exclaims, anger and fear evident in her voice. However, my fear of the four starts to die down as I realise that they look…familiar, in a sense. Purple's ginger hair and Blue's lack of eyes are two of the things that have my memory jogging.

"They think we're ghosts, Edd." Red deadpans, his Norwegian accent clear. My jaw drops open. I exchange a glance with Em in momentary confusion.

I swear she reads my mind, because she whispers "Play along, we'll figure it out later."

I quickly nod before pointing at Red,

"Wait. You in the red, you're Thorfrid Larsson, are you?"

"One and only." He seems pretty pleased that I've recognised him first, "But call me Tord."

"You in the purple. Is your name Matthew Hargraves? Matt?"

"That's me!"

"Oi, no-eyes. You're Thomas Ridgewell, right?"

"Call me Tom. And the greenie over here is-"

"Edd Gould, if his full name is Edward." I finish.

Em doesn't hesitate on introducing us, whereas I would've been stuttering like an idiot.

"I'm Emily. And the one who's staying here is my best friend Coraline, or Cora for short. And we're going to lame-guess that you're haunting this place."

"Well, I wouldn't say haunt," Tom shrugs, "I'd rather say…chill here, more rather. And we chill here a lot."

"Do you usually scare the flip out of people when you 'chill' here?" Em asks, eyebrow raised.

"If they get obnoxious, then yeah, we do." Tord admits, "There were twins here the weeks before and that boy was a little too much for us."

"That was my brother and sister!" I exclaim, "That reminds me, he's won the bet against Ell."

"What bet?" Em asks.

"Er…that's a long story."

"So," Edd finally speaks up again, "If you two just wanna go on with your day, that's fine. You just have to get used to the four of us popping up a lot in the mirrors around the place."

"I thought it would be just this one mirror," I admit, "But if Em and I find any mirrors in the attic, d'you think it's alright if we put them around the house so we can properly see you without you scaring us?"

"That's not a bad idea, actually." Tom grins, "For once Matt's narcissism makes life easier for all of us."

"Hey!"

"It's true!"

I gently nudge Em while the four start to talk amongst themselves within the giant mirror.

"D'you think you can stay with me tonight?"

"Two things, Cor. One, if we end up sharing the bed like back in our sleepovers, we're fully clothed for that. And two, you have to come to my place to sleep it tomorrow night."

"Deal."

But as the rest of the day wears on and we start to become acquainted with the foursome, I'm still not over the fact that I'm sharing the same house as my ancestors.

Literally.