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The mirror room
This is another short horror story I wrote a little while ago.
I hope you like it.
This time it's much more of a ghost story:)
Word count: 1495
TW: Ghosts
With the soft flickering light of my candle I look upon the dark oaken wood door in front of me, regretting my willingness to do something this stupid.
It is already dark outside, so the only light in the whole mansion is that of time.
I'm staying over at my nieces place, she recently moved here in this old mansion. Our family is quite wealthy, so this isn't anything too strange for us.
I arrived this morning by carriage, the road was too rigid for an automobile. With a full suitcase in hand, I was greeted by my relatives. I am staying here for a week after all.
My niece and I spend the whole day looking at every nook and cranny of the old mansion. It was definitely built by some very rich people and most likely during the renaissance. Even so the condition it was in was immaculate like it was dust proof, or perhaps they just happen to have a witch or wizard as their cleaner.
I was shown around and told stories about each room, but there was one room my niece really wanted to show me. The room she said was magical.
The mirror room.
Carefully I open the old door with my still free hand, trying to not make any noise and accidentally wake up my uncle and aunt. They can be quite strict and if I get found out we will surely be punished, though my niece probably more than me. But still I don't want her to get into trouble and it was me who accepted her challenge.
When the door gently creaks open, a soft breeze blows out my candle.
That's strange.
The windows are supposed to be closed here, in fear of thieves and burglars.
I'm sure my uncle closed them before.
How did they open?
I enter the room and as I gently close the door behind me, it gives the same soft creek, although in reverse this time.
My niece was right, even at night this is the room with the most light, not by candle of course, but by the stars outside. They shine into the many mirrors, reflecting the tiny lights, creating this ghostly light. I know she said magical, but I find it somewhat unsettling, especially the fact that all the windows have been opened somehow.
As I cautiously walk towards the first window to close it, I look at the ceiling. It has been beautifully ornamented by a painting of the stars and small renaissance angels. With the soft echoing of my footsteps behind me on the black and white tiled floor I think to myself: this building is almost a half-palace.
During the day when my niece showed me this room, she was very excited and told me all sorts of stories about it. Way too fast, honestly, I could only understand the part of it that it may or may not have been a ballroom once and that many lavish parties have been thrown here. When she first told me that this was her favorite place in the whole mansion I honestly thought that it might be because she could see herself in the mirror. She is rather prideful of her appearance, taking ages to get ready.
She told me about the music she sometimes hears from this room and the talking of many merry people. Although when she enters the room, no one is there.
I don't get scared easily and am secretly also a bit curious, so she decided that it would be my job to investigate.
I look around.
I think I can see why now, the reason why this is her favorite room.
It is a clear night, the silver moon shines almost as bright as the sun and I can see thousands of stars sparkling the night sky with its colorful dust.
All of the sky's wonders let this silver, grey light into the room, creating a hauntingly beautiful place. Much, very much different from the one during the day.
The mirrors do their part, making the room look so much bigger than it actually is.
As I look around, the only other person I can see is my own reflections in the mirrors. Small, pale, almost dead because of the shadow the light creates on my face.
Carefully I walk towards the windows, all of them are wide open. Like they are inviting something in and the moon is inviting something out. Me?
Should I really be here?
At this time?
As quietly as possible I close the windows one by one.
When I am closing the last one... I hear something.
Whispering.
Footsteps.
It is behind me.
Quickly I turn around to see... no one.
Not my uncle or my aunt.
Not my niece trying to prank me.
Something is wrong, I am missing one other.
.
.
.
I am missing.
My reflection is not there.
It starts getting colder.
It turns my breath into small silver clouds.
I rub my hands together for warmth, but I can't get much out of it.
Since the last window is not completely closed yet, I turn around and close it fast with a soft THUD.
Again there is the sound of whispers behind me, closer this time. Like they are just a couple of steps away.
Swiftly I turn around again, just to be greeted by the empty mirrors again.
"Is someone there?" I ask, instantly regretting it.
There shouldn't be anyone.
I am alone.
I am really alone.
There is no one else.
Just me in this empty room.
Calming myself doesn't seem to work that well.
All of a sudden all the windows open and smash closed in unison.
Startled, I run towards the entrance, the old oak door.
I try to open the door, but it is locked.
As I panic I start pounding on the door and calling for my aunt and uncle like crazy.
No answer, everyone is asleep of course.
No one can hear me.
No one can help me.
The light in the room starts acting weird and I look up.
It is coming from the ceiling now, all the stars are glowing.
It is like it took the light from outside, since there is no light coming from outside anymore. Just pitch black darkness.
Even the moon has gone.
Those are not the only things that are wrong.
The angels on the ceiling.
They are watching me.
Following me with their eyes.
As I turn towards the mirrors, there is one with the moon still reflected in it.
Not knowing what to do I slowly walk towards it, preparing myself for anything that might jump at me.
Nothing seems to happen for a long time and I decide that it is safe enough for me to check the mirror.
Gently I place my palm against the cold surface.
It is getting even colder now, my own body feels like stone.
Then a shadow passes in the mirror... or did I just imagine it?
No I didn't.
They really are there. They are with many and I can't predict their next move. There is one for each mirror.
Wait, where is the rest of the room?
I am only surrounded by mirrors.
No windows.
No door.
Just me and the shadows from the mirrors.
The shadows have somewhat the shape of human beings, but just not right. All seem to be cloaked.
Then they float out of their mirrors.
I am surrounded.
As they get closer, my panic grows.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
Using my candle without a flame as a weapon I try to escape.
But they keep coming.
As I try to hit them it just goes right through.
I hit.
I kick.
I scream.
They won't let go.
One of them starts getting really close to my face.
I can see it.
The ash grey skin.
The holes for eyes and mouth are much too big.
The eyes and mouth are filled with an endless abyss.
Still I keep on fighting.
They take me by my arms and legs.
Then my throat.
I scream until I can't anymore.
Until it is so squeezed shut, I can't even breathe.
They lift me up and I can see more of their inhuman faces.
Closer.
Closer.
Without stopping.
What do they want from me?
My vision gets overrun with dark spots.
Is this the end?
The strength in my arms is gone, I can't hit anymore.
Help...
The strength in my legs is gone, fighting is impossible now.
Please, someone help me!
Then as if by magic a violin starts playing on the other side of the room.
Unlike before the shadows now gently place me on the cold floor.
I can breathe again.
Gasping for air and shivering from the cold and fear, I quickly get up.
My head is pounding and so is my heart.
The stars on the ceiling start shining brighter, chasing away the dark shadows and brightening up the room like a lamp would.
As I look at my surroundings, I see that the shadows from before are now gone.
Instead there are a lot of festively dressed people, all of them are wearing masks.
The violin is still playing.
The sound of the instrument is a bit more livelier than before.
One of the masked people approaches me.
A girl around the same age as me.
"I'm sorry, we don't get visitors that often. They aren't used to it." She says in a soft voice.
She smiles at me, but I can't see if her eyes do.
Slowly, as if trying not to scare me, the girl stretches out her hand to me.
"Would you like to dance with me?"
Valavova Hijomakone, mixed technique, 2021
It's so weird (no is my draw)
The 3 days I spent in NC was unexpectedly great. And I’m definitely going back to shop again
"I am not weird. You're just not used to my normal."
-Me, today at exactly twentyfive minutes past eight p.m.
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Teapot Gas Station - Zillah WA
Freak Alley - Boise Idaho
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A PSA
All bathroom cabinets in Marcus Ward will be leaking black sludge from 2am to 6pm. Do not look at the sludge. Do not interact the sludge. We know that it smells bad. But there are dire consequences for those who ignore our instructions. The sludge will be gone at the scheduled time.
Another billboard has come to life and is currently on the loose. This billboard has been dubbed with the name Kyle, and exhibits an ability to change the poster displayed on its face at will. It was last seen with a "Tchivsky's Levitation Night" poster in Avery Ward. Report any signs of movement.
The Underground Tunnels are closed for repair. It is recommended that you learn teleportation, or learn the Old Crow Song until the Tunnels reopen.
--Taken from the community billboard in the Rec Center. There are no Underground Tunnels...right?
The Beach
Micah Prince invited Julia to a party at Rock Coast, the beach characterized by broken stones and ship sinker boulders that was a popular swimming spot for the MSAA students. Feeling that I needed to expand my social circle, Julia...strongly suggested that I should come with.
She also said that I had to bring grilled chicken. That was non-negotiable.
When we arrived, the Coast was buzzing. A virtue of being popular Micah Prince, I suppose. Old faces and new mingled, some of them friendly. A few of them were posturing while slightly cutting into their ego. Some were playing games, throwing around a ball or skipping stones into the water. There was a circle around a pentagram made of rope that held a snake eye trapped in amber in the center; and the circle was chanting around it. Julia pulled me away from them before I could question it.
Micah was talking to Sara and Kurt when we arrived, and waved at us to acknowledge our arrival. Sara smiled at Julia, but then glossed over me and went back to the Prince. Kurt, however, purposely caught my eye, and gave me the glares to end all glares. The boy who was already soaking wet had complete hatred and malice in his eyes. Readers, I definitely shrunk into myself. The look was only broken when Lucas threw a chunk of chicken at him, and Kurt broke away from his conversation to give his brother a verbal lashing.
Lucas carrying chicken brought my attention to the only constant among the gathering: everyone had grilled chicken. In a bag or a bucket, or a plastic case or a plate, the scent of chicken filled the air.
Micah clapped his hands to get everyone’s attentions. “Is everyone ready to dive in?” He was met by a raucous response. Micah did that smirk that meant something was about to go down, and opened his container. “Let’s give the mermaids what they want!”
I paused for a bit, but everyone else grabbed their chicken by the handful and threw them into the black water. Julia elbowed me. “Come on. They won’t let you swim unless you give them an offering.”
My curiosity got the better of me. I lifted my own plastic bag and removed the chicken, chucking it with everyone else.
A few seconds of silence was all there was. Then bubbles rose to the surface, growing into frothing. Then....the creatures.
Grey scaled beasts with shark like tails emerged from the depths, their razor teeth tearing into the feast we gave them. Some arced like dolphins to grab at the chunks while others clawed at the scraps. When Julia saw my awed...slack jawed face, she leaned in. “They’re the Rock Coast Mermaids. They’re cool if you feed them...unlike the other Mermaids.”
I gave her an incredulous look.
When the creatures vanished, and the frothing died down, Micah whooped and ran into the sea. The rest of the party cheered and followed after him. I kept glancing at the water, and with a heavy sigh followed at their heels. I had no reason to not trust them....though those teeth would stick with me for a while...
Today In Misery
Everyone had to take shelter in their nearest building today as a massive swarm of demons flew over the school.
They choked the windows and covered the walls, and the buildings creaked when the motes squeezed.
Misery was known for its high Angel-Demon population, but this was an insane number even for the town.
The demons struggled to get in for a few minutes before they started to disperse. When the demons left some openings the braver kids decided to go and check what was happening.
According to them, Lee Anders was walking around the grounds with no protection at all, screaming at the demons through a megaphone. "Disperse! Disperse! Disperse!" Wandered into the classrooms as more and more demons retreared.
The whole ordeal was 10 minutes long, and class resumed shortly after.
Lot 47
I've began to notice that most people keep track of when Colem Arth dies somewhere. When I asked why, they turned me to the dark science majors who live in Aspen Ward.
The dark scientists have discovered a weird side effect to Colem's curse. When he dies 4 times in a single place, nothing else can die in that place. They have extra stipulations, such as:
Dying 2 feet away from the location of the first death counts as dying there
The effect covers a maximum of 2 acres
The effect doesn't prevent woundings, unless the wound in and of itself would prove fatal.
Though they aren't prevented, wounds are meaningless. Fingers can be reattached, and cuts close immediately. The wounds are only permanent if they are still there when the victim leaves said area, upon which normal healing resumes.
This has only happened three times. The first place is, obviously, Colem Arth's house. They say he uses it as a safety zone when he gets sick of the whole dying thing, and that sometimes when he's absent he's just hiding at home to avoid getting hit by a truck or something equally terrible.
The second one the dark scientists refuse to tell me about. They gave no reason why.
The third site is the most well known location and the site where the 2 acre rule was discovered.
This is site is called Lot 47.
Lot 47 is a vacant field outside of Marcus Ward that was supposed to be a new shopping centre to attract tourists, but lost it's funding at the last moment. Now it's over grown, reclaimed by the woods and littered with random steel pipes and piles of cinder blocks.
Kids use it for LARPing.
"What? That can't be right." I wasn't sure I heard the dark scientists correctly.
But they confirmed it. The day before the weekend, starting from right when school ends to when the sun sets, ayone from fhe sixth grade and below uses the Lot as the site of war games and intense LARPs. Since the plants there never die and are also subject to the healing rule, they don't have to worry about set up and clean up only involves reattaching severed limbs, which is why its so popular, or so the dark scientists claim.
(A few even admit to having played there when they were at MSAA, and that the only reason the sunset rule exists is because Demon Collectives like to stalk the Lot at night.)
Still sensing my disbelief, the dark scientists told me that there was Capture the Flag scheduled the coming weekend, and told me to be there and I would see. They refused to answer my questions about why Colem was at Lot 47 enough times for it to be a "No-Kill Zone" or what even causes the effect. I was left with more questions than answers.
Instead, I simply went to Lot 47 the day of Capture the Flag.
They brought actual weapons. Sharpened swords, axes, pocket knives, one kid brought a bow and arrows without practice tips. No one was allowed to unsheathe their weapons until they passed a (presumably) stolen street sign with '47' spray painted on it. They quickly broke up into teams and ran into the Lot. A few moments later, an airhorn broke the silence, and the games began.
I simply wandered around the Lot, observing. The kids did hack each other to pieces....sort of. Cuts didn't bleed. Limbs fell off, and the person who lost it would just groan or give their attacker a stink eye and pick up the limb, then run away. One sixth grader got his head cut off. His attacker helped him fix it on, the previously beheaded kid simply said thanks, then ran away.
The bow and arrow kid shot me by mistake. It hit me in the thigh, and I cried out from shock. But....I didn't feel it. There was no pain or anything. I could feel it wiggling around inside of me, but it was more like having a finger pressed really hard on my thigh than being stabbed. The kid ran up, said "You aren't playing right?" And asked for his arrow back. I pulled it out no problem, and there was no blood on it. I checked my thigh, and there was no wound. All the damage it did was saved for my jeans. The kid gave me a quick sorry and ran off to rejoin the fight.
As promised, the end of the game was signaled by another airhorn when the sun began to set. At this point I was hanging closer to the edge to avois getting accidentally maimed again, but as the airhorn went off, I noticed a few figures beginning to approach. Shadowy, indescript figures with a bunch of red dots across their form, slowly approaching the Lot....
I got pulled away by a larger sixth grader who said we had to go "NOW". He pulled me away, back towards where the kids had entered the Lot, and I could still feel the shadows watching us leave....
The coming school day I asked Mr. Lingua the talking aardvark about Lot 47. He kind of shrugged and said "No ones getting hurt." Which I guess is sort of right....
The older adults in town seem to want to forget about Lot 47 in general....
Today in Misery
As school ended and all of the students left their respective buildings, a murder of crows descended and swarmed around a random student, carrying her away. No one seemed to register what was happening, even as she struggled and and kicked and screamed for help.
When I asked Julia what the fuck just happened, she informed me "That's just Margo. This happens every day."
It's the way I've grown attached to you like you've infiltrated your roots deep into the crevices of my heart, and if you were to rip them away instead of detaching slowly, my heart would struggle to heal the wounds of the hollow marks that yet another person has left behind once more.
Favored was the one, who received apricity,
Star-crossed was I, condemned to opacity,
Tragedy was Eponine, Marius' lover,
So was I, midnight to hover.
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
I wanna be yours
