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And then I saw him, torch in hand
He laid it out, what he had planned
And then I said, I'll take the grave
Please, just send them all my way
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I suspect you're curious about what happens after death.
The thing is, I am, too.
I don't think most souls end up where I am.
I'm trapped.
Not in the afterlife.
Not in heaven.
Not in hell.
Somewhere much worse.
I'm locked inside the mirror.
And now I can't get out.
I try and I try and I try.
To no avail.
I bang my wrists on the surface of the glass until they bleed.
No one notices.
My parents come up to my room every once in a while, and look around nostalgically.
They think I've gone to a better place.
If only they knew.
The girl isn't here anymore.
I guess that's a good sign.
I don't know what to do anymore.
After a few years, my parents decide to move again.
They leave their belongings behind, not wanting to be reminded of their horrendous past.
After a few weeks, the house is bought by another clueless, happy family.
A mom, a dad, and a daughter.
The daughter runs up to my room and looks around in wonder.
"Mom! Dad! Look at all the neat stuff up here!"
She sits down on the bed and bounces up and down, before walking around the room again.
"Hey, check out this awesome vintage mirror!"
The mom and dad are standing in the doorway now, looking around the room, too.
She touches the surface of the mirror, and I swear she looks right into my eyes.
"Do you think there's someone inside the mirror?" she giggles.
The mom and dad laugh.
"Do you think they'll talk to me?"
I smile.
YOU ARE READING
Cracks in the Mirror
Horror"Honey, we're going to shift to a new house. It will be a bit smaller than this one, but it's gonna be in a pretty...ahem...lovely state", my father, Matthew Smith, broke the news to me. He's a pretty great father, in most aspects, but breaking bad...
