Mirrors

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Salt Lake City, Utah 
 February 4, 2015
8 o'clock

"Dad don't embarass me please, there will be other people from my school" I said to my father. He looked at me sadly, I know I like to hang with my dad but he can be really embarassing in front of my friends. today we were going to the movie theater to see a movie called Woman in black 2. I know it's going to be a good movie because of the trailer. I've seen the first on and it was pretty creepy. "Okay I won't do anything too embarassing" my father replied to me. I rolled my eyes and kept looking outside the car. It was nearly dark outside and street lights were turning on.

When we arived at the Cinema A huge poster of the Woman in black 2 was hanging outside the building. I was so pumped to see this movie, but at the same time I'm very scared. My dad drove into the parking lot by the theater and parked in the back. We walked in the chilly weather to the front of the theater. As I looked up I saw a  few crows were sitting on top of building. "This is not creepy at all" I whispered to myself. We got inside and there was a line to where you get your tickets and to pick your seats. My father and I always love to sit in the back so we can get a front view of the big screen. I only saw a few people from my school to see a movie. My dad and I finally got our tickets to the back of the movie theater and we walked towards the food place to get some food. "What do you want sweetie?" my dad asked me. "I'll have a icee and some dibs please" I told him. He ordered some popcorn as well and we walked to where our theater was. we walked up to one of the employees and we gave him our tickets, "To the far left" he told us, we thanked him and walked to the theater the movie was held in. We walked into the theater and found our seats at the back. I turned my phone off as the commercial for turning off your cellular device came on. It's toward the middle of the movie and I jumped more than ten times. A weird feeling in my stomach came upon me and I felt really sick, I told my father that I wasn't feeling well and that I was going to the bathroom. I walked side ways getting past the people sitting to the side of us. I hurried and walked down the stairs to the exit. I ran to the bathroom to my right and went into one of the stalls and threw up. This was really the worst night I have had. I rubbed part of the extra barf off my face with toilet paper. "Are you okay?" I heard someone ask me. "Yeah I'm fine just got really sick" I tried to reply to her. "You sure?" The woman sounded in her early thirties. "Yes" I told her. I looked into the toilet and it was a mix of greens and yellows. I sat there for a few minutes and I finally had the strength to stand up straight. I opened up the door and walked out of the stall looking down. "You okay?" I looked up and a person was standing behind me. I jumped a bit. "Oh sorry did I scare you?" She asked me. "Just a bit" I told her. She apologized and asked me if I needed anything, I said I didn't need anything. She left the bathroom and it was quiet. The lights suddenly turned off. "Hello?" I said out loud.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice which sounded like woman. I was standing there probably looking like a freak, thinking that it was probably someone I know just tricking me.

As the girl stood there in the pitch black the lights turned on again and she looked towards the mirror and it looked like the woman in black was standing behind her, she screamed and the woman came towards her and smashed her head against the mirror and shards of glass went everywhere. The girl fell onto the floor and the woman dissapered, the girl had a piece of glass in her eye. Blood soon was forming aroung her. A old lady came into the bathroom, screamed then passed out by the door. People were forming around the door and screams filled the theater. Women and men leaving and running out of the theater as fast as possible. Police and ambulance finally arrived.

Her father soon found out his daughter was dead. 

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