-In New York-
I'm fifteen, my name is Cecelia Whittaker. My mother sent me to live with my Aunt, so here I am. My bedroom is overly large with a walk in closet, in the closet is a mirror. A very large and beautiful mirror. "Aunt Jen why is there a mirror here?" I call out to my Aunt, who's just across the hall unpacking as well. "What mirror dear?"She replies in a confused tone. I suddenly realize that this must have been put in after she looked at the house.. "Well there's a big mirror in my walk in.." I fade out looking into the mirror.. Its stunning.. Everything is just so beautiful in it.. Then all of a sudden I see a face, and its not mine either. I jump back, in fear and shock. Whispering to myself I say "What was that.. Whoa..." From the hallway my aunt comes around and hears my mumbled words. "What are you saying Ce?" She asks. "Nothing Aunty, just admiring my bedroom is all." I cover my shock and fear with a bright smile that clears everything of her suspicion up quickly. "Okay hun, I'm just worried about you.." That ends the conversation about the mirror with her. We finish packing for the day.
The day after the mirror incident we go to our local church. I've never been a huge church goer but my Aunt sure is. Midway through the ceremony someone cries out, "There's a witch in this room Preacher, who is it? I can't stay in here with the witch .." I wonder who she's talking about, she sounds almost terrified.. Then she screams out in a wicked voice, "Chirst help the girl!! The witch using your church!!" Suddenly all the younger children start crying and the preacher rushes over to try to comfort the woman with the fears. "Christ is our saviour, or he's supposed to be.. Where is he now? In our time of need when there's a witch occupying our church, our home.." The preacher checks her forehead and yells for someone to call an ambulance as she falls to the floor in a heap.
After the incident the preacher needs to recover from the incident so everyone is sent home, and Aunt Jen is not pleased.
