Inside the Mirror

Sitting in bed, I stare at the dark mirror and wonder how I get into these messes. It was like trouble and bad luck just followed me everywhere. Nothing good seemed to happen to me since my parents died when I was nineteen.

Now, I was thirty-two, and I thought my luck had changed. I had a fiancee and had just purchased a house at auction. Granted, the house in question had a mysterious death in it, but because of that, no one else wanted it too badly, and I got it real cheap. I was excited about all the changes I could suddenly make.

Then came the day I was moving into my new house and showing my fiancee around. We went to the master bedroom, and I was excitedly showing her the balcony when she asked what was under the blanket on the wall. Before I could answer her, she yanked the blanket down, revealing an antique framed mirror that showed a room that was not the room we were in. I thought I saw a shadow moving around in the mirror, but I couldn’t be sure as everything was so dark in the mirror.

My fiancee started hollering for me to put the blanket back on. I rushed to grab the blanket and accidentally touched a corner of it to the mirror. Something dark reached, grabbed the corner, and pulled the blanket through the mirror. At first, I started pulling the blanket back out, then thought better of it, for I didn’t want to drag whatever was on the other end out to this side. As I let go of the blanket, and it went through the mirror, I could have sworn I heard something growl and say, “Kill yourself, or I will.”

So, I’ve been too scared for the last week to take my eyes off the mirror. I’ve tried to cover it up, but the blanket is always on the floor come morning. Then, this morning, I received a phone call that my fiancee had killed herself during the night. So, since I got home, I’ve sat in this chair looking at the mirror that showed another view, waiting for something to remove the blanket and show its horrendous face and come through the mirror. I waited for my end.