The Mirror

The Mirror {Short Story}

  My mother and I moved into a house two years ago. The real estate agent was good friends with the past owners and instructed us to not move a certain mirror. This specific mirror was at the end of the room facing the bed, this was the room my mother would be sleeping in. We didn't think much of it, we thought it was probably a real historical piece of art that came with the house. We bought the house, it was surprisingly a very low price, $150,000 for a six-story house.

  A few years pass and there were no problems at all. All of the sudden, my mother was experiencing these nightmares. She would tell me that the mirror would turn transparent and there was a man behind it, watching her. The first time we thought it was just a regular nightmare, but this one specific dream was consistent. It creeped us both out for a while.

  My mother has been having this nightmare for two years now, we're believing that it's the house that's giving her nightmares. We start to look for another house to live in. After a few weeks, we find a decently sized house for a very good price. We go to the open house and we decide this house is perfect!

  A week after the open house, we start to pack up belongings as we are getting ready to move. My mother wanted to bring the mirror since it was so beautiful to her. I thought it was a bit of a stupid idea since the mirror was the main thing in her nightmares. She ended up convincing me, and by that I mean I gave up, and we took the mirror off of the wall. Once we do, we see a hole in the wall. "J-Jack?" My mother called out my name with a frightened stutter. I turn around seeing my mother looking through the mirror looking right at me. It was just a mirror frame with a sheet of plastic instead of glass. She set down the object and looked into the hole. "We should go check it out.." I begin to crawl through the hole as my mom stopped me with her hand resting on my ankle. "But what if you get hurt?" I look at her and give her a reassuring smile, "I'll be fine mom. You can come with me if you want." She shook her head vigorously saying no. I chuckled and I continued crawling through the tunnel.

  I eventually got to the end, once I exited the tunnel I stood up and saw the room. It seemed to be some sort of torture room. It had all these contraptions. But then I saw a mirror the size of the sheet of plastic with a mirror frame, in the corner. I was terrified. I looked around to see if anyone was there. It didn't seem like anyone was so I went to go back through tunnel except when I turned around, a man in a grey hoodie stopped me. "Where do you think you're going?" He gave me a malicious grin as he walked close to me trying to intimidate me. I backed up and ended up bumping into one of the trays that had knives and mini contraptions on it. "N-no where! I um, I plan on going somewhere now though!" I nervously laughed and tried to get around the man.

  He lets me leave and I enter the tunnel when I feel a hand on my ankle. "You're not going anywhere.." I look at him, "What are you doing?" He picked me up and strapped me down into a chair. He then went through the tunnel with a butcher knife in his hand. I tried my best to wiggle my way out of the chair as he crawled. After a couple minutes, I hear a blood-curdling scream. At that moment I knew, my mother was murdered. I didn't even try to struggle anymore. I just let fate happen. I was still waiting for the man that scared my mother for two years, to scare me to death.

  The man comes back with a bloody butcher knife and a wide evil smile spread across his face. My head would stay low, "Are you ready? Jack?" A single tear rolled down my cheek. "Just kill me already.." The man chuckled and unstrapped me from my chair. I didn't attempt to escape, I just laid there. He took a scalpel and jabbed it into my calf. I screamed and he just kept stabbing me in random places. He didn't stab me enough to kill me, he knew that. Instead, he set down the scalpel and raised his ax that he got from a corner of the room. He forced it down and he chopped my head off.