Chapter 1:
Moving day/Plotting day
The air was crisp and cool, autumn making its presence known in the cemetery of a small town in Maine. Leaves rustled as they were gently picked from the tress and danced in the air before eventually falling to the brown, dying, grass below. It was the perfect type of weather for a place filled with graves and just radiated death. There were no sounds to be heard for no one visited this particular cemetery. This particular grave yard was the final resting place of some of the town’s most loathed, insane, and undesirable people. The graves were never visited and rarely taken care of, many of them with vines tightly wrapped around the stone faces while weeds tickled the base. Like usual the place of final rest was devoid of living beings…well…all but one.
“Mom, we’re moving,” Selene told the headstone that she kneeled in front of. “Dad and Joanna are going to work in Paris and are moving the twins and me into this old mansion in Ohio that dates back to the 1800s.” She paused, as if waiting to hear the stone’s reply. She chuckled. “I know what you’re thinking. Me living in a really old mansion will be interesting.” She smiled sadly at the stone. Her fingers stretched out and touched the name engraved on the smooth surface solemnly tracing the letters that made up the name Helena Shay, an action she typically did while visiting the grave as if she was able to feel the warmth of her mother’s hand when she did so.
“I miss you a lot you know,” Selene remarked to the stone. “It’s been hell since you’ve been gone. But I know it’s not your fault you left, it’s his.” Her fair fingers fell away from the stone, frustration and loathing causing her them to ball up tightly, her short finger nails leaving crescent shaped indents in her fair palms. “And now he’s forcing me to move to another town, in a different state, making it impossible for me to come here to see you anymore...Typical dad, the one thing in life that actually makes me a little happy he has to take away from me.” She grew silent for awhile with her eyes trained on the dead grass beneath her feet. “So I guess this is goodbye.” She looked up from the grass to the face of the stone as if waiting for a reply from the lifeless rock. Selene groaned and glared sadly at the stone. “Why is it I can see millions of other dead people and dark creatures but I can’t see you! What’s the point of having this power if I can’t see the one I want to see more than anything else in the world?!” Selene stood from where she was knelt and took in a long breath to steady herself. She looked up at the sky and released a long sorrow filled sigh, her violet eyes mirroring the same sorrow.
“I wish I was dead too you know,” she stated to the stone. “I hate it here. The living are so boring; all they do is judge those that are different from them while they gripe and groan about how bad life is, all the while trying to satisfy their own greedy nature…That and my life is such a train wreck that they could turn it into a soap opera.” She chuckled. “Maybe I should turn it into a script and sell it?” She turned to the stone. “What cha think mom?” again the stone was silent. She sighed and turned back around. “Well I just wanted to tell you what was going on so you wouldn’t worry when I don’t show up for awhile. Say hi to grandma for me, if she’s dead I mean. Dad never lets me see her or tells me anything about what’s happening with your side of the family.”
The stone remained silent as Selene faced forward and began to walk away from the grave of her mother knowing it would more than likely be the last time she would visit the place that had become her refuge from all the pain her life was filled with. The minute Selene was away from the stone she was surrounded. Ghosts that called the graveyard home came up to her. They attempted to latch their withered decrepit arms around her petite form only to be stopped by an unseen force their close proximity causing her breath to come in shallow gulps and her knees to knock as she made her way to the gates of the cemetery. Ghouls that dwelt in the darkness of the graveyard began to emerge from the shadows, their long claws drawn and sharp teeth bared desperate to dig them into the soft, warm, flesh of the living girl. She increased her speed at the sight of them, her breathing becoming more labored and fear to take a tight grip on her windpipe making breathing harder still.
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The Mirror
ParanormalEver since she was young Selene has always been able to communicate with things that normal humans shouldn't see. When she moves into a house with her step sisters, and discovers a portal to the land of the dead in her room, needless to say she's le...
