Mirror Relfection

A Story by Oppo7

Perfect for Halloween night, a time for fright.

It was midnight. The time when the evil light of darkness swallows joy whole. You room is dark, except for a single streak of silver light cutting the darkness as if it was a sword. You slowly lift your head, not able to sleep. The moon grins at you, as if planning out a horrific fate for you tonight. You step off your oak bed and approach the washroom. Then you light a match, the only light in the whole room. The washroom was old, the light switch no longer fuctional and strangely splattered with red. This house was also old, keeping dark secrets from you. People had said every day at 12:15, you can hear a blood chilled scream miles away. "Bull s**t," you've always said. But sometimes, only sometimes, you can hear a baby laugh or a woman's voice silently whisper "go to sleep." Except you live alone. You turn the rusted faucet clockwise, to wash your weary face. You can see your dim reflection in the cracked mirror. As you move your head, the reflection doesn't do so. Your reflection turns into a figure, a figure with hollow, dark eyes and a long face. In its skeletal hands hold a noose. A hangman's noose. And then you feel bony hands around your face. The last sight you see is your clock. 12:14. One minute later you scream.