5NAF & Horror short stories

The mirror

"Grandma" Tom called from the attic. "Do you want this mirror down too?" His grandma thought for a moment. "Yes,please. But just make sure the cloth stays on ok?" "Ok" Tom cleared a path to slide the mirror down, but as he was doing this, a section of the cloth came off. "Shit" Tom cursed to himself as he grabbed the loose bit of cloth. He was about to put the cloth back over the mirror until he noticed a glint of gold. Tom hesitated for a second and ripped the cloth off of the mirror. "No way" he exclaimed to himself. The mirror was a long semicircle shape with a curve up the top and flat on the bottom. The glass itself was a shade of gold and it seemed to attract light to it. Tom had the urge to touch it. He extended out his right arm and touched the mirrors surface with his finger. The glass was warm but when he tried to remove his finger from the mirrors surface, it started to pull him in! "Help" Tom cried as the mirror had swollod his arm now. The mirror kept pulling for a second than stopped. Tom looked at it curiously until the mirror gave a forceful tug and pulled his body inside.

The inside of the mirror felt like moving through water. Only he could breathe and didn't float. "Wow" Tom said to himself. He turned around and saw the exact mirror. Only this one when he touched it, nothing happened. The glass felt cold and his reflection was moving on its own. "HEY" he cried to the mirror and was surprised when it turned to face him. His reflection gave a big smile and approached the mirror. "Hello, reflection" Tom's reflection said. "Let me out" Tom Said.
"Oh I'm sorry, see I can't do that." "Do you know what it feels like to be you everyday?" "Do you know what it feels like to be trapped in that mirror since you were born?" Tom didn't answer. "Fucking shit" the mirror replied on its own question. "Now because I don't want to go back in there and now I'm you, I'm going to change a few things." "Tom, you done yet" his grandma called from the stairs. Toms shadow gave a grin. "Don't you dare" Tom growled. "This is going to be fun" the reflection said as he laughed. The reflection grabbed the top of the mirror and tugged. Tom screamed from inside the mirror as it toppled to the ground and shattered. "Fun" the reflection said as it called out to Toms grandma; "sorry grandma, I sort of broke the mirror" "when will you learn Tom?" His grandma replied while climbing the stairs. The reflection bent over and started to collect the big chunks of glass. He palmed one of the sharp a chunks and turned to face his grandam. "Grandma" the reflection said curiously. "Yes my dear" Toms grandma said with a smile and turned around. The reflection grabbed the jagged piece if glass and stabbed her face. She screamed as the reflection pushed the glass deeper into her skull until her brain was punctured. Toms grandma coughed up blood and collapsed to the floor. Tom gave and evil laugh as he climbed down the stairs to hunt the rest of Toms family!

So that explains it, listen to your grandmother and don't touch mirrors. Who knows, your reflection maybe in your mirror!