I walked into a secret room in my basement. I had found this room about a month ago while dusting some old furniture off. Inside of this room is just enough room to walk into. but what really interests me is this pitch black mearer. For some reason I was drawn to it by a desire to touch it. This feeling is also the reason I stay away from it. But tonight I just couldn't take it anymore. I cautiously approached it with a shaky hand. I pressed the palm of my hand to the glass and it was cool to the touch. After that I felt relieved, it was just a normal mirror. But a red hand with talens came threw the glass and grabbed my hand, dragging me into the cold darkness of the mirror. I screamed out in vail for i was pulled into the dark void of this desolate plain. All I could see is blackness and a red figure in front of me. It looked into my terrified eyes and laughed creepily into his hands. Then He spoke to me, he told me he needed a sacrifice to escape this plain of reality. He needed me to go find someone worthy to do this. Then he sent me on my way. As soon as my feet scuffed the floor of the tiny room I turned around and smashed the dark mirror with my fists. Little did I know of the consequences of my actions. And that is how my family became cursed to be the first of the reapers of death.
