TailsNyne
08-24-2007, 06:36 PM
“If you are reading this you have seven days to live.” The perfectly written words read on the first page of the leather bound book. The girl holding it chuckled to herself. “Seven days to live. Right.” She continued to flip through it. Reading a bit every few pages.
“Saturday, April 27, 1982
I sit here, listening to the sounds of the house settling. My mother and father are out to town and my baby sister is sleeping. I have an odd feeling. The mirror. It seems. To be. Looking at me. I’ve stayed far away from it ever since Grandmamma disappeared. Now I find curiosity over whelms me. This might be my last entry. I don’t know what lies behind this mirror. So I say, Good Bye.”
There was nothing after that as she turned the pages. In the bottom corner a skull appeared, it seemed to be laughing as she flipped through. The girl looked up to her mirror. Staring in fear. Then she chuckled nervously. “It’s just a mirror. I bet brother’s playing a parnk on me again.” She laughed to herself, tossing the journal onto her bed as she approached the mirror. “See? There’s nothing weird about it.” She spoke to herself, leaning in closer. Without warning a pair of ugly black arms reached from the mirror, pulling her in. The girl let out a scream only for it to be shorted by another one of the hands. . .
“Sister?” A small boy walked in after hearing the scream. He looked about and shrugged. “Guess she went out or something.” He muttered spotting the book on her bed. “Bet this is her diary.” He chuckled with an evil smirk on his face. He snatched the book up and darted from her room into his own, slamming the door behind him. Quickly he locked it and jumped onto his bed. He opened it up and began to read aloud. He stopped. Only reading the first sentence and swallowed slightly as he heard a bang from the wall leading into his sister’s room. “That’s not funny!” He yelled closing the book with a slam and headed out his door. “Qu-Quit it!” He yelled, silently opening her door. The room was empty. There was a rapid knocking sound from the mirror. Shaking, he moved toward it. “Wh-what are you doing?” He stuttered, reaching forward to the mirror. Like his sister, he was pulled in with a shorted scream.
Later that night their mother wandered into the door. “Kids, I’m home.” She yelled, smiling lightly as she bent down awaiting a hug from her son. When he did not come running she went running toward his bedroom door. “Rick?! Shelby?!” Fearfully she tore the house looking for them. When she did not find them she picked up her phone and called Shelby’s cell phone. “When I win First place. I don’t support the team. Can’t take direction and my socks are never clean. Teachers dated me. My parents hated me.”
Her ring tone echoed through the cold empty house as the mother dropped the phone, sliding down onto her knees. Crying.
“I’m sorry Ma’am. There’s nothing we can do. There’s no sign of break in or kidnapping.” A police man patted the woman on her should gently as she sobbed, shaking madly. Soon the police had cleared out and the woman was left alone. . .
“Saturday, April 27, 1982
I sit here, listening to the sounds of the house settling. My mother and father are out to town and my baby sister is sleeping. I have an odd feeling. The mirror. It seems. To be. Looking at me. I’ve stayed far away from it ever since Grandmamma disappeared. Now I find curiosity over whelms me. This might be my last entry. I don’t know what lies behind this mirror. So I say, Good Bye.”
There was nothing after that as she turned the pages. In the bottom corner a skull appeared, it seemed to be laughing as she flipped through. The girl looked up to her mirror. Staring in fear. Then she chuckled nervously. “It’s just a mirror. I bet brother’s playing a parnk on me again.” She laughed to herself, tossing the journal onto her bed as she approached the mirror. “See? There’s nothing weird about it.” She spoke to herself, leaning in closer. Without warning a pair of ugly black arms reached from the mirror, pulling her in. The girl let out a scream only for it to be shorted by another one of the hands. . .
“Sister?” A small boy walked in after hearing the scream. He looked about and shrugged. “Guess she went out or something.” He muttered spotting the book on her bed. “Bet this is her diary.” He chuckled with an evil smirk on his face. He snatched the book up and darted from her room into his own, slamming the door behind him. Quickly he locked it and jumped onto his bed. He opened it up and began to read aloud. He stopped. Only reading the first sentence and swallowed slightly as he heard a bang from the wall leading into his sister’s room. “That’s not funny!” He yelled closing the book with a slam and headed out his door. “Qu-Quit it!” He yelled, silently opening her door. The room was empty. There was a rapid knocking sound from the mirror. Shaking, he moved toward it. “Wh-what are you doing?” He stuttered, reaching forward to the mirror. Like his sister, he was pulled in with a shorted scream.
Later that night their mother wandered into the door. “Kids, I’m home.” She yelled, smiling lightly as she bent down awaiting a hug from her son. When he did not come running she went running toward his bedroom door. “Rick?! Shelby?!” Fearfully she tore the house looking for them. When she did not find them she picked up her phone and called Shelby’s cell phone. “When I win First place. I don’t support the team. Can’t take direction and my socks are never clean. Teachers dated me. My parents hated me.”
Her ring tone echoed through the cold empty house as the mother dropped the phone, sliding down onto her knees. Crying.
“I’m sorry Ma’am. There’s nothing we can do. There’s no sign of break in or kidnapping.” A police man patted the woman on her should gently as she sobbed, shaking madly. Soon the police had cleared out and the woman was left alone. . .