I did NOT come up with this story idea myself!!!!! I'm just adding more to it.
A twelve year old boy (named Nolan) is forced to move to a strange, old, creepy house. Sounds cliché right? But what he finds inside and the adventure he goes through is...
A few months after my 18th birthday it happened. We were moving. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to leave Moira. I wanted so badly to take the mirror with me, but she said I couldn't. I didn't understand why.
She said the mirror must never be moved from its position. I listened to her and left it where it was, even though it didn't make sense to me. I spent every moment that I could with her. I would cry myself to sleep every night. I knew that we were never really together, but at least we could talk to each other.
One day when we were talking, I was really crying and said that I couldn't leave her behind. She said, "there is ONE way you could get me out." I was willing to do anything. She whispered her plan to me.
It could only be done at night so I waited in great anticipation for it to get dark.
When it finally did, I was ready. I taped some of my spare clothes up to the mirror and put a pair of shoes in front of it too. Then I grabbed the knife. This was the only part I was dreading. I brought it up to my hand and made a deep gash. I wiped a lot of my blood on the mirror. And now for the last thing. Moira was standing on the other side. All that was left was words. We needed to talk to each other. We'd gotten pretty good at that in the past six years. "I love you." We both whispered at the same time. Now it was ready. We were completely done.
Moira stepped forward.
She stepped into my clothes and my shoes right out of the mirror.
"MOIRA!!!!! What did you do??!! How did I get in here??!?!"
I frantically bang on the mirror as I realize that I'm now the one trapped inside. She turns around to look at me. Her eyes are a bright green color. They are unusually bright... They're my eyes. And then I realize that she's no longer a girl at all. She looks exactly like I did. She has the same hair and eyes and other features.
She stares straight into my eyes with her new ones. She is smiling. Not a friendly smile, or even a happy smile. She is smiling in triumph and her eyes are practically glowing with fierceness. She looks down at her new body, MY body. And then she turns and walks out of the room without saying even one word. ...It was done... Forever
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