Mirrors

CHAPTER 4 : Insomnia

23:00 May 15 2017

Paige

Oh, Christopher. I thought for myself while staring at the picture of him and me sitting on a bench just outside Paddington, one of London's greatest Train stations. He was on his way to the English countryside back then. And I've never seen him since. I did get letters from in the beginning but they just got short and shorter until they suddenly stopped arriving. I think he's dead though. He is or was 10 years older than me. It's frustrating to not know if my husband is alive or not. " Paige, Paige, Paige" I said to myself with a tearful tone. My Chris always said that when we were together and when I was a little down. He would say that and gently brush my cheek. I can't believe it was such a long time ago! 5 Years! I've lived all the way from 70 to 75 alone. Haha, what an Achievement.

Oh dear...Oh dear the clock is past midnight and I'm supposed to meet Eve and Marley at Bourne and Hollingsworth tomorrow for brunch! I pulled of my broach from my flannel shirt that Christopher had given to me before he left and tried to fall asleep. I tried for a long time but the news earlier today worried me. That some people only a couple blocks away from my apartment had been brutally murdered on the streets. Witnesses talked about a scene with a lot of blood and decapitated heads! The pictures that I've created with my mind have started to haunt me. A lot of people admire me for my fantastic short stories that mainly are in the horror genre. However, some of my own stories have haunted me. I should never have watched the screen adaptation of my short story that's called "The slaughter in the forest of the damned". It is about a witch cult that kill young adults in a dark and ghastly forest. Almost every night since I saw that macabre movie I have had nightmares about it.

My creativity has both haunted me and given me the possibility to get succeed as an author.

I try to fall asleep again but I suddenly hear a screeching noise from the bathroom. I hide under the sheets as I felt shivers go down my spine. The screeching suddenly stopped so even if I was terrified I got out of bed and started to walk slowly towards the bathroom. I tried turning the lights back on but the power was out. "Blimey!" I cursed in the darkness that surrounded me. I always sleep with my cell phone on me so I remember that I had put it in my yellow striped pyjamas pocket. I turn on the flashlight and scream. The old-fashioned mirror with a golden frame was covered in blood, but I walked closer and closer to the mirror anyway. I noticed that the blood that was smudged on the mirror shaped letters that thereby shaped a sentence. It said "Hello Paige". I dropped down to the floor and cried in fear and screamed for help with no answer. It felt as if I was stuck in some kind of invisible bubble. Suddenly something or someone grappled its hands around my neck and as I heard a creepy and deep-voiced laughter, I heard a quick snapping noise that sounded like a branch on a tree on a windy day. I also felt a incredible pain searing down my neck and down to my third vertebra. Somehow after that I felt peace for the first time in a long time. I might finally be able to meet my beloved Christopher again.