Whatever was inside that bathroom had shown itself to Lily first because she was the only one who noticed the small sounds, the cold air, and the strange reflection.

That night, the family packed what they could and left.

As they drove away, Lily looked back at the upstairs window.

The bathroom light flickered on.

A pale hand touched the glass from inside.

Then the light went out.

The house stood silent again.

But one month later, the new owners reported the same thing.

A locked bathroom.

A fogged mirror.

Cold water running by itself.

And one word written on the glass: LEAVE