Demons Out of the Mirror

Warning: Contains Gore

Dearest Daughter,

   If you’re reading this, then I am dead. Your father must have told you that I died from a severe fever and had lo leave this earth. The gift I leave you is the blue and black diamond encrusted mirror. This mirror is yours and only yours. Don’t let anyone else touch it and don’t give it away. When you grow older, and you have a daughter of your own then you may give it to her but no one else. I apologize that I couldn’t give it to you personally but the world was ready to take me away, and I was ready to go.

With lots of love,

            Mom

I looked at my father.

“Happy Birthday Diamond. I’m sorry that your mother couldn’t be here to celebrate with you.”

“It’s ok dad, with this mirror I’ll always have a piece of her with me.”

I stare at the blue and black diamonds on the back of the mirror. They were exquisite and shined in the sun.

I soon became very drawn to the mirror. Every day I would stare at myself. I would take it with me everywhere. Anytime I needed to fix my hair I used my mirror. Anytime I needed to touch up my makeup I used my mirror. My mirror was my world, and I wouldn’t let anyone have it just like my mother wanted.

   One day I was brushing my hair, and I told myself.

“Diamond you are a shining star. Nothing can ever put out your light.”

All of a sudden the mirror repeated.

“Diamond you are a shining star. Nothing can ever put out your light.”

At first, I thought I was going crazy, so I tried again.

“Diamond everyone loves you.”

“Diamond everyone loves you.”

Instead of being scared I decided to figure out who was talking to me.

“Are you my mother?”

“No.”

“Well then who are you?”

“I am the one who lives in the mirror. I was an acquaintance of your mother, but I have to stay in this mirror.”

“May I ask why?”

“I am a dangerous person, and I need to stay in here.”

I was going to ask another question, but then my father walked in.

“Who are you talking to?”

I knew I had two choices on how to answer. Either lie or tell the truth. I decided to lie… for now.

“To myself.”

“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“You may think what you want father. You have a right to your beliefs, but I was honestly talking to myself. I was just giving myself an uplifting pep talk.”

I hoped he believed it. I mean it wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either.

“Fine, don’t let me catch you talking to yourself again.”

“Whatever dad.”

The mirror didn’t talk again for a few months. I knew it was my father’s fault.

Every day I would stare into my mirror. All my friends left me because all I did was stare into my mirror. They said that I was full of myself and a snob. The only time I would put my mirror down was when I was with my father. He never questioned anything until my next birthday. It was about eight O’clock and my dad, and I were eating dinner.

“How come none of your friends came over?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you invite any of them?”

“No, dad I didn’t. I don’t have friends anymore.”

“It’s because of that mirror, isn’t it? All you do is spend your time looking in that mirror. Your mother should never have given you that.”

He got up from the table and walked towards my room. I tried to pull him away because I knew what he was going to do. When he got in my room, I screamed.

“Dad put my mirror down mom gave it to me.”

“You don’t even know why your mother died.”

“S-she died of a fever.”

“NO!! She died from whatever was in this mirror, a curse or spirit. I don’t know.”

At that moment Dad threw down the mirror, and the mirror shattered. The lights went out. When they came back on there was a little girl and boy standing hand in hand. They were wearing blue shorts and a white button up shirts.

“Dad when you heard me talking to myself on my last year on my birthday. I think I was talking to them.”

All he did was stare at the children. Those kids didn’t move a muscle. All of a sudden the doorbell rang. My father and I rushed to the door to see who it was. All my friends who left me were standing at my door. When they saw me, they gave me a big hug. I invited them in. My friend Laney loves asking me questions and tonight was no exception.

“What happened to you, girl? We missed you.”

“I just got caught up in myself; that’s all.”

After a few hours a messing around I remember the little kids that were in my room.

“Hey girls I need to go check on my dad I’ll be right back.”

I went upstairs to check on my dad… Asleep… Thank God. Next, I went to my room. I slowly opened the door. The little girl and little boy were still standing on top of the glass shards from my mirror. I knelt down to touch them, and they turned around. The crazy thing is they didn’t fidget. Their bodies were stiff, and they stayed hand in hand, but they were still able to move. Once they faced towards me, they smiled and leaned forward. The lights went out and when they came back on I wanted to run. The little girl’s clothes were all black, and her skin covered in blood. Her hair was so long that it covered my floor. The boy was the same except for his hair. His hair was still short but was dripping with blood, and their smiles were wide. The edge of their cheeks spread to their ears, and their teeth were sharper than a wolf’s. Then they said.

“I told you not to let me out!”

The little boy scratched me across my face, and they disappeared. I felt my face, and I felt the blood dripping down my face. I remembered that my friends were still in my den. I ran out my room and into the den. The girls looked petrified.

“Where’s Lisa?”

Laney pointed towards the kitchen and then I heard Lisa scream

“You girls stay together.”

I didn’t know what those little kids were or what they were doing, but I didn’t like it. I ran to the bookshelf and grabbed the handgun out of War and Peace (my dad had a habit of hiding things inside of boring books) and handed it to Laney.

“Only shoot when you see them ok?”

“Y-yeah.”

I walked into the kitchen and what I saw was horrific. The little boy was juggling Lisa’s eyes, and the little girl was tearing out her hair and her and pulling her flesh apart. I couldn’t move, all I could do is stare. Her blood was dripping down my counter onto the floor creating a pool of blood. What woke me up from my trance was when the little boy dropped Lisa’s eyeballs in the sink and turned on the grinder. They started laughing and said.

“We are the children in the mirror.”

Then the little boy introduced himself.

“I am Inferno, the fire created in hell.”

Then the little girl introduced after.

“I am his twin sister Galactic. I am all and everything that makes up space.”

I guess that explains the long black hair.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because we told you not to let us out.”

I hated the fact that they spoke in unison. That freaked me out.

“I-it wasn’t even me who let you out it was my father.”

They looked at each other in realization.

“That’s right; it wasn’t you who let us out.”

With that, they disappeared, and I knew exactly where they were going. I ran out of the kitchen and to my dad’s room. I was too late. The little girl looked at me and ripped out my father’s throat. She grew these very long claws and slashed them across his chest. A single tear fell out of my eye and noticed that her brother wasn’t there.

“The girls. LANEY!!!”

I ran out of my father’s room, and I heard a gunshot.

“LANEY!!! LANEY!!!”

I was screaming my heart out. As I was running to the den, I glanced in the kitchen and saw that bugs were crawling out of the sockets of Lisa’s eyes and mouth. Her flesh had rotted and decomposed.

“How could that have happened too fast.”

When I got to the den, they were tormenting the girls. Laney and Mikey were crying red tears, and Rebecca was dead. I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew what I had to do. I ran to my room and found some glue. I started putting the pieces back together. Then, they showed up.

“We can’t let you do that.”

Inferno threw me across the room. I crashed into the wall. When I hit the floor, I tried to crawl to the other shards, but Galactic got in my face and said.

“Why even bother? All you friends are dead. Your father is dead. Why to keep going?”

I pushed her out of the way and quickly put the other pieces together and point the mirror and the twins. They were screaming, and began being sucked in. They didn’t leave without taking a prize. Galactic grew her claws back and grabbed my eyes and gave one to Inferno and they ate them. No, I couldn’t see it, but I heard the terrible crunch and felt the juice from my eyes. Blood streamed down my face. I faced the mirror and told myself.

“You’re so beautiful Diamond. Happy 16th birthday.”

Then, I lay down and let the blood just run out of my body.

*Present*

“Mrs. Laney is that story real?”

“No children it’s just a scary story for Halloween.”

I stare at my Diamond’s house remembering all the blood and the rotting corpses and tears. It’s been 20 years since I’ve been in there, and I’ll never forget how she sacrificed her life and let me live. A single tear fell down my cheek just to remember that horrible night.

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  1. Jennifer Cook

    wow! Great story Makyla!

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