The Dark Reflection
Twas an ominous, snowy night in Ohio. There was already two inches of snow on the ground, and it was only the middle of November. Allie, a sixteen year old highschool girl, was at home alone. Her parents had left an hour ago to partake in a dinner party. As soon as they left Allie grabbed a phone, laid down on the couch, covered up in a blanket, and turned on her favorite horror movie. “This is going to be good,” she said. But she had no idea how wrong she was.
Right next to the T.V. there was a sliding glass door that lead to the patio, which made a glare that annoyed Allie. About a fourth of the way into the movie, a sound echoed outside the house. Allie looked around, but couldn’t locate the source of the sound. She went outside and looked around, but no one was there. “Who would be up at 12:00 at night?” said Allie. Shrugging, she went back into the house, forgetting to lock the front door. Laying back on the couch, she continued to watch the movie. Then halfway through the movie, when a commercial came on, Allie’s eyes wandered to the glass door. She gasped, as there was the image of a man with a hockey mask covering his face. But the most notable part about him was the long, rusty knife he was gripping in his left hand. Terrified, Allie quietly hid under the blanket and called 911. “Don’t worry, Allie, there is an officer just around the block,” said the operator in a monotone voice. “He will be right there.”
The three minutes it took for Officer Smith to get to Allie’s house felt like hours to Allie. A thump on the glass door startled her. Finally, Allie peeked over the covers to find Officer Smith standing outside on the patio. “Thank you for coming, officer.” said Allie. “Before I came in, I looked all around the back of your house. There were no footprints besides my own.” said Smith. He looked at the T.V to see the horror movie was still playing. Smith looked back to Allie with a smile and said, “I think it was just your mind playing tricks on yo-” he abruptly stopped, mouth agape. Allie followed his gaze and found what he was balking at. There was a trail of wet and snowy footprints going from the front door all the way into the hallway. And gleaming on the table in the kitchen was a long, rusty knife. The man hadn’t been outside on the patio. What Allie had seen was the reflection of the man when he was standing behind the couch.
By Skylar Hamm
