I wasn't a big fan of parties, they usually resulted in a blur of memories and people staring at me strangely the next day at school. This party was different. I knew a lot more of the people going and it was located in some sort of abandoned house that sounded really cool.

On the night of the party I got in a bad fight with my parents, the topic doesn't really matter, what matters is that neither of them would drive me to the party later on. I had to walk to the party and couldn't really bring anything. I arrived about an hour late, but maybe it was okay to be "fashionably late". The abandoned house had a really cool vibe to it, it was as black as coal outside but the house had a shimmer to it. Oddly enough there was no noise coming from inside the house, I passed it off that maybe the party was in the basement, I continued towards the house.

I approached the front door and knocked, however as I knocked the door nudged open. I stepped inside and was presented with nothing but silence. It was like nobody was there. I called out, hoping someone would approach from somewhere, but no one did. I was curious what was going on and still passed it off that the basement was good at hiding sound. But it seemed odd to me at this point that there was no one to greet me at the door.

Regardless, I pressed on. I made it to the kitchen. There was a stack of red cups on the counter and some sort of alcohol nearby; the bottle was half full. Atleast I was at the right place, I thought to myself.

I went looking through the house for the entrance to the basement, but still hadn't found it, this wasn't making any sense to me. Why would there be no one here? As I advanced through the house I heard a noise coming from somewhere, it sounded like someone crying. The house was massive and filled with old furniture, it wasn't easy to figure out where it was coming from. I called out but to no response. The crying got louder and louder as I continued searching; I think it was upstairs. The stairs were made of a dark oak, the house cringed as I traveled up. I was nearly at the top of the stairs, the noise was definitely close. I approached the door that I was sure the noise was coming from. The door was really scratched up and seemed quite old, it didn't look like anyone had opened this door for decades. I was unsure if I really wanted to find out what was behind the door. I could just walk away at this point, no one had seen me at this point, it would be like it never happened.
I really wanted to turn and walk away, I didn't need to be here. I could walk back home and be home early enough that my parents would be happy with me again. But I didn't. Something inside me was telling me I had to do this, it was an important moment. I turned the doorknob and walked inside.

The room was filled with a wall of mirrors, some were shattered and broken, others were in pristine condition as if freshly installed. I looked around for the source of the sound from earlier but there was nothing in this room but the mirrors. I thought for a moment that perhaps this wasn't the right room, maybe the noise was from somewhere else. Was there a noise at all to start with?

There wasn't much to do in this room but stare at yourself, the mirrors were angled in a way that you could see different perspectives of the same person.

The boy stared at himself in the mirrors for quite a while, much longer then the others. We were getting worried that he would never leave. Perhaps he needed another signal. The others assured me that he would leave, they always do. We waited quite a while for the boy to leave, you could hear the stress in the air. Eventually, the boy left the room. He slowly proceeded down the stairs and past all the leftovers of the party. He left the house without looking back.

As I nudged the front door closed I was not sure what to think of what just happened. Something had changed when I looked at those mirrors. I feel different. I walked back to my house and my parents awaited me at home. They didn't seem to care what time I had arrived home, they were happy with me. I recalled the events of that night, I still can't really put them all together. It was a good party.