The Boy in The Mirror

Don't be Ridiculous

Samantha had decided to stay at my place. We both gone through some books and she picked out disney, and barbie like books she collected. We sat down in the couch and my parents still didn't arrive. Samantha kept looking around probably to see if she would spot my parents.

"Are you Home Alone?" samantha finally asked turning her back to me from the stairs.

"Only for 20 minutes till' my parents come back home." I had explained to her giving her a peak at the note.
I was reading a bool to her that she never read before. I was giving her a preview of the summary...

"Jack...Come here."
I heard a raspy demonic voice.
I turned quicky to see a boy standing at the top of the stairs running off to my parents room.
I quickly got up and saw that sam falled asleep. How rude. Yet funny to be honest. But that wasn't the point. Why was he in my house? What was he doing here?

I ran upstairs to find blackness. There was no hallway. No Rooms. Nothing. I looked back to see, not my house. But, this weird galaxy like place. I was walking on a mirror glass floor. Where am I?

"Mom?! Samantha?!" I yelled out to them.
Nobody answered. I went further spotting my house placed in front of me. The door slowly swinged open. I saw a boy standing at the entrance.

"Help Me Jack. Help Me." the boy said crying. He looked to be 15. My age or maybe even younger. He had brown short hair, green eyes, and he wore a black jacket with a hoodie and short jeans with navy blue shoes.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"E-Eth-" he was just about to say his name when a ghostly hand popped from the ground.

It pushed me back into my room and i found myself standing in front of the mirror. I touched the mirror. A piece of paper falled from behind the mirror. I grabbed it and it read 'Property belongs to Ethan Garter'

Who's ethan garter? Wait. Garter wasn't it the fam-

My thoughts interrupted as the boy showed on the other side of the mirror shouting while catching on fire.

"Aaaha Nooo!" I prepared for him to grab and attack but only felt a normal sized hand touch ny shoulder. I gasped looking back and saw my mom jump from me.

"Jack? What's wrong?" She asked panickly as she saw me stood up in fear.

"A boy! There's was this b-"

"Wait. What boy?" My mom interrupted while scrunching her face in confusion.

"Sam, ther-" I looked back to not see sam but an empty couch with a pink sticky note on it.

My mom spotted the note and read it aloud.

'You fell asleep on me so i just assumed you were tired. Don't worry. I understand. I felt exhausted too. But, i wasn't rude. Lol JK (Just kidding) See ya again. Samantha.'

My mom was finished reading the note and immediately open her jaw in awe. She looked at me like she was my girlfriend. She wasn't.

"Someone found himself a lady." she said looking at Me like a pulled it off.

Told ya she would think that way.
She glanced at the not again and her smile faded.

"Oooh. But someone here didn't make his lady feel welcomed." she said with a stupid pouty face.

"Mom, i'm just friends with his girl." I told her annoyed and snatched the note away from her and set it down on cofee stand.

I ran upstairs and looked into the mirror. Trying to run through the back of the mirror. I founf the same paper that had the name of ethan garter. Ethan was in the family of the garters. Was he the father? I had so many questions but, Wait. Samantha wroted that I WAS THE ONE WHO FELL ASLEEP. It was her. Or was it part of the nightmare i just had? Was it a nightmare? Was i being Ridiculous? I had to ask samantha.

The Next day after
"You are being ridiculous." she said while i was guiding her to ride her bike.

"Gee, Thanks." I told her sarcastically. She was probably right after all i guess.

"You were the one who fell asleep on ME. So i just took off. Actually, I wrote the letter, and THEN i took off. She said messing with her hair while resting on the seat of her bike.

I remembered finding the little paper card attached to the mirror. I had to explain it to her.

"Sam, i also found this." i showed it to her grabbing it from my pockets.

"A name. Wait Garter? Ethan Garter?

"Did you just say Ethan Garter?" a mans voice joined in the conversation.
The postman had stood there and gave a box to sam.

"Miss Samantha?" he asked handing the package to her.

"Thanks." she replied smiling.

"Anyway, you know Garter? As in Ethan Garter?" I asked handing him the card i found in the mirror.

He took the card examining it.
He did a light smile.

"Ethan Garter. Ethan garter, i haven't heard his name since the 9th grade." He said looking at me and sam.

"Wait, so are you saying you knew The garters?" Sam asked surprisingly shocked. So was I.

"Knew them? I was friends with them. Especially their son." He explained looking sad as soon as he mentioned their son.

"So, you were friends with them? Like CLOSE CLOSE Friends." sam asked him.

"Yeah. We were like brothers. Until one day..." he said looking even more sad. I didn't even think he wanted to talk about it. I just had to know.