Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror 1

There isn't a lot of warnings to go with this story. This is a softcore horror. Horror light to be truthful, thus why I'm putting this under paranormal instead of horror. 

I do hope you enjoy this. This story has 8 parts and then you should head over to Jump the Worlds when I come out with it once this story is done. Comments and suggestions for future rewriting/editing would be appreciated. And no, I'm not really sure as to the schedule at the current moment. I'm going to shoot for every three to four days.

Thank you.

Mirror Mirror 1

It really is a pretty mirror frame, she thought as she brushed her fingers over the mirror's frame as she stood before it. It had been hanging on her aunt's wall for as long as she could remember and before. At one time it had been low enough for her to touch it without any issues when she had been tenyears old and all gangly limbs for a tiny body. But twelve years later, just after she had turned twenty-two, she was cleaning her aunt's house to move into it with her friends.

Her Aunt Katrina had never married, not legally at least. Her lover had died from cancer long before same-sex marriage had even been talked about. She had just never found a new love after that, but she hadn't been lonely. After all, she had had lots of nieces and nephews to spoil rotten from her two brothers.

Including her favorite niece who she had left her near mansion to, Stacy.

Sighing as she patted the frame, Stacy smiled and turned around, looking over the front hallway that she was standing in. To her, it was a beautiful home, full of soft grays and gray-blues, light wood trims, and darker wood stairs, all of it coming to create an open space that flowed from one room to another. The front hall had a rather nice sized coat closet just off to the side of the front door with the staircase right in front of the door.

The first floor went in a circle in the way a person got from one room to another. Going to the door to the left of the front door would lead a person to the giant living room slash entertainment area. Stacy could remember the way her aunt had held all sorts of parties for her nieces and nephews in that room.

From the living room a door lead to the larger dining room with a smaller dining room between the big one and the kitchen. The doors that were between each fit just right along the wall and were custom built to leave the doorways huge. In the rather large kitchen, there was a breakfast nook next to the door that lead out to the enclosed porch and laundry room. From the kitchen a short hallway, the room that was there originally closed off into a walk in freezer, lead into what used to be an art studio.

Stacy already had plans set up to get the flooring throughout the house, outside of the kitchen, pulled up one room at a time. 

Starting with the art studio's stained linoleum flooring. 

She was going to turn the studio into her office space, including replacing the pocket doors that sat in either doorway.

Thinking of the upstairs, she chuckled, knowing that it was pretty much a straight hallway with the rooms on each side. There were seven total bedrooms, all of them good sized outside of a small one, and three bathrooms. The master bedroom suite, the room that she was going to claim for herself, had one of the bathrooms.

She just had to clear it out.

Then...then there was the attic which was more like a museum's carefully controlled storages. Her family history resided up there in neat lines and packed up carefully to be preserved. Most of their journals, diaries, various created things, and other items were displayed in the local museum, but they had made sure that everything had been copied.