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The Mirror in The Room [On Hold]

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Reads 21
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Parts 5
Time 44m

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Imagine this, you're just sitting home alone in your living room, watching TV. Your parents are out of town. All of a sudden your entire house starts to shake. No else feels it when you ask. The question rising in your mind is, "what caused it?"

***

Kristen Archer was just sitting in her living room when her house starts to shake. Thinking it was an earthquake, she calls her friends asking them if they felt it too.

The worst part is, they didn't.

On top of that, there was a flash of light coming from her room upstairs.

She goes upstairs to investigate. Looking around in her room, she see something that wasn't there before. A mirror.

A small, metal-framed mirror appeared on the wall in your room. Nothing else was moved, touched, and no note. No other changes happened other than the mirror.

The biggest question is,

Where did it come from?

***

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Reveur

It was morning. I stood with closed eyes in the bathroom. I stood at the sink with a mirror in front of me. I felt thin and long fingers on my waist. I knew it was a dream. I felt talons. They didn't hurt me but I had a feeling if I opened my eyes they would. I felt breathing down my spine. Chills and fear shook my whole body. I couldn't look but I wanted so badly to see and know what or who was behind me. A tear of fear slowly slid down my cheek. I gasped in a low voice when I felt a tongue lick it away. More tears started falling when I felt a clawed finger brush the salvia away. I whimpered when I heard it speak: "It's okay. I'm only here to protect you and help you." Lissie is being stalked and she does not know what to do or who to tell. She does not know what is following her. She's got to be dreaming but when the thing following her keeps stalking she realizes that this might not be a dream. But what is it? Where does it come from? Why follow her?