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The Murderous Mirror Pt.17
The second day of death

Annabelle

Hjdnfj - The man that Annabelle saw had now started walking into the room holding her mother. He walked with no shame. His head didn't face down and he didn't look like he was upset. If anything he looked happy and pleased with his shoulders broad and his tall height noticeable. He had with him a long tube with a funnel resting at the top. He also had a pocket watch wrapped around his neck.
As he walked closer to the room Annabelle walked closer to him like a game of cat and mouse and bait. When he finally reached the room and walked inside she was standing directly behind the doorway to where if she turned her head she could see in. Then she heard her mother scream not for help but because of being in pain. By the time Annabelle reacted the tube which was in the man's hands only a second ago was now lodged in her mothers throat through her mouth. She looked away. To see her mother in pain was unbearable. She then heard rustling in the room and by time she built up the courage to look back. The man had a small bucket of food leaning towards the funnel at the top of the tube. Once again she had to look away. Then there was the sound of the man's black large boots coming towards the doorway where she was standing. She then quietly sashed back to the booth in her bare feet.
When she looked back from the safety of the booth the man was in front of the door with the bell looking at a pocket watch. The side of the tiny circular device that was away from his neck facing her had a scarlet horse. But it was still too far away to see what the horse was doing. Becoming scared that he might notice her Annabelle bent down behind the booth until her head was touching her knees. And a couple seconds later she heard the bell of the door ring and when she turned around the person was no longer there.

Hjsnkd - Feeling as safe as she could in this unexplainable situation she stood up to try and grab the key from the mirrored image again.

[Narrator]

Have you ever looked in a mirror as if it's a portal? Like for example a portal to a world that is identical to yours but the people there living in the future? Or maybe you see it just as your mirrored reflection? If the last one is true I suggest you open your mind so as not to get confused. Or maybe the mirrored reflection is a prison?

Annabelle

Lahcne - When she reached for the key sitting on the table which was not behind her she had accidentally knocked over a salt and a pepper shaker onto the floor.

© Caitlin