Mary looked in the mirror that she had just bought from gargage sell. It had a victorian style with roses carved into the dark raven wood and churbs resting on the top. As Mary gazed in the mirror behind her was a old woman with long grey hair, wrinkles lined her face, and large hateful icey blue eyes looked back at her. Mary's own icey blue eyes locked with the woman's stare, a creepy smile spread on the old woman's face as Mary pulled a knife from her lap and sliced her pale neck, crimson blood pooled out of the wound flowing down the front of her simple baby blue dress. The old woman laughed silently as the life drained from Mary's body, she looked in the mirror a young woman with a long red line across her neck was stand next to her. They turned and locked eyes creepy smiles adored their faces as a grey fog ingolfed them. The fog touched the mirror it shimmered a pale sickly green and distant laughing could be heard as the two woman faded away.
