Mirror Image

He was little. Only 3. He was the cutest little kid you could meet.
One day he and his family moved to a big new house. He was very excited. He wriggled in his mothers arms as she took him to his new room.
It was a big room, with a cot on one side and a walk in wardrobe on the other.
His mother placed him of the floor next to his box of toys. She left the room to check on his 5 year old sister. He ignored the large box next to him and wobbled over to the full length mirror he could see through the door of the walk in wardrobe. It was the first time he had seen his reflection, he wasn't tall enough to reach the mirrors in the old house. He raised his little arm and waved. The reflection waved back. He and the reflection lowered their arms. His reflection didn't look right. But he didn't care. Thinking that his reflection was a potential friend, the little boy walked up to his reflection and tried to hug it. Falling straight through the mirror.
No one ever saw him again. Well not for years at least. His mother came back and lost it when she couldn't find him.
It was only after they moved out that they found that the house was built over an old cemetery and was said to possess the young and innocent minded.