A Secret

You get to the top of the steps and spin your head towards the bathroom door. There you see your mother's head peeking out with her casual smile. Having just gotten out of the shower her hair is wet and her skin is glistening with water. She looks beautiful like that, all sticking together and clinging onto her face and skin.

"Ah! Jun! Honey, can you get me a towel please?"

She says as she points with a finger towards her room nearby.

You nod back. "Yea, gimme a sec."

You say as you walk off. Your eyes scan the room before you. You've seen this room plenty before. It's all neatly cleaned and organized with everything in the right place. It looks a little bit like a hotel room if you were to be honest.

The bed is right across the room from the door. It's king sized. Two small drawers sit on either side of the bed. The room basically mirrors itself with two balcony windows beside the drawers with their curtains pushed to the side allowing view to the balcony outside. There are two closets to the left and right walls that are similar to the one in your room. Large full sized body mirrors are attached to them.

You stand there not seeing a towel and shout back to your mother.

"Hey mom! Where are the towels!?"

"Oh! They're in the closet!"

You walk in and with there being two closets you go to the closest one on the right. You walk up and grab the handle. You see yourself in the mirror and just blink a few times before-....

Sliiiide~.

The closet door slides open to the left and you see a series of outfits hanging there. Most of them are darker in color, especially the ones that sparks a sense of 'noir' like feel or even a 'Sherlock Holmes' detective vibe. This is Kara's closet it seems. She even has a deerstalker hat on the top shelf next to a row of books.

You give a smirk to the hat and reach up to grab it. Your fingers pinch the cap and bring it to your head.

"Stylish, aye?"

You say to yourself as you close the closet door to look at yourself in the mirror. Then you squint at your reflection....wait.

You lean in a little and you swear you saw the mirror brighten from a dimmed state. Like how a phone darkens after being idle for awhile. It was quick and you wouldn't of noticed if you weren't trying to look at your own reflection.

"What the hell?"

You whisper to yourself and touch the mirror....seems normal. Then you look along the edge, trailing it around....seems....normal as well.

Huh....weird. It could've been a trick of the light or maybe your mind is not all yet settled. Whatever the case you need to get going. Your ears could pick up your mother's loud humming from the bathroom waiting for you as she dries her hair.

"What the hell are you doing in Mom's closet!?"

You feel your soul temporarily leave your body and turn around. Amelia had snuck in with the door open.

"Fuck- don't startle me like that."

"Shut it, thief. I knew something was up. Put mom's hat back or I'm telling on you."

"Snitch, I'm not stealing it dumbass. I'm just giving it a look- Hey!"

You shout as Amelia walks up to you and tries to swipe it off your head.

"Give it!" She reaches up.

"No! What!? I'm putting it back!" You fight her hand.

"No you're not! You're going to steal it!" Amelia grabs your shirt trying to jump up.

You two begin to wrestle. Of course you would win, but while trying not to hurt her you back up and trip. Your head lands into the carpet in front of the mirror with Amelia straddling on top of you. Her hands fight yours trying to get the hat. Finally, she yanks it off of you with a smile. You let go fearing that the hat might suffer from the ****.

"Yes! Got it!" Amelia shouts out proud of herself for defending her mother's hat. You look up at her with slightly gritted teeth.

"You're fucking crazy."

"[Bleep~]"

A sound behind you activates and you look up at the mirror by leaning your head back. Letters appear on the mirror reading, "Welcome". There is a bright blue circle that appears in the reflection that frames one of Amelia's eyes.

Amelia looks at it confused. "Huh?"

This is when you realize....oh shit, that's not a mirror....that's actually a screen. You lean back up and Amelia gets off of you.

Both of you stare in awe as the mirror dims and the closet door opens by itself. It slides smoothly without a sound to reveal at first a dark closet. But a second after, lights turn on and you see that the closet before had been replaced with an interior of weapons and gear. One wall has knives and blades hanging off of them while the other has has hand guns and readied magazines on fu display. There is even more equipment further into the closet that you can't even begin to describe in the moment.

"Holy shit-" You say as you turn to Amelia.

"What....is this?" Amelia mutters as she stares at the closet.

"Did it just....scan your eye?"

"I don't know....is this all....mom's?" Amelia says walking forward.

"Hey- don't touch anything." You grab her shoulder.

"I-I'm not!" Amelia shrugs you off.

You reach forward and close the closet door. The mirror lights up immediately like the first time you caught it doing. Amelia looks up at you with a confused look.

"I don't think we were supposed to see that." You glance at the bedroom door.

"Yeah no shit....Why does she have those?" Amelia nervously grabs her arm.

"I don't know but it's best we don't mention it to her."

Amelia has a frown on her face still staring at the mirror behind you.

"Put that away. C'mon. We can talk about it later. I don't want to get caught."

You say to her as you take the hat from her hand. She doesn't fight it now and just looks around the room.

You slide the door open again and surely enough, the interior switched back. You set the hat back onto the top shelf neatly, placing it like how it was before and closes the door.

Amelia turns and leaves the room with a bit of haste. Quick steps slide across the carpet floor and she makes her way into your room judging by the sound of her footsteps.

You take a deep breath as she leaves and make your way to the other closet on the left side of the room. Your mother's presumably.

You open it up quickly to find a rather normal closet. Well 'normal' if you ignore the pictures of your family and the random cute stickers plastered all over the walls. Stringed lights dangle loosely inside briefly lighting up detecting your motion. There is a makeup kit that sits atop the shelf inside. It looks like a high school girl's locker.

You reach down to a basket inside the closet and pick up a towel before closing the door. You pause....

Then you reopen the door and shut it again. No dimmed lights, no secret changing interior....alright. You had to make sure.

You then make your way out, closing the door behind you.