The Haunted Reflection *(new)*

      A middle aged single mother tosses and turns in her king size bed all alone as she worries about her daughter's newly occuring nightmares. For the past few weeks her daughter has been unable to sleep because of what she sees when she closes her eyes. These nightmares have troubled the mother and make the daughter feel crazy. These dreams seem almost as warnings as the daughter has trouble determining her dreams from her own precious reality. Suddenly, a loud shattering sound comes from her daughter's room and snatches the mothers attention. She sits up in her bed listening in the dark. The house is still. The house is silent. She looks around in the dark straining her eyes listening closely for another noise. The sounds of breaking glass ricochets through the house and jolts the mother out of bed. As she scurries down the hallway and up the steps to her daughters room she is greeted with never ending darkness. Yelling her daughter's name without any reply. She finally makes it to the door but the door won't open. 

      The mother bangs on the door in agony, pain and in darkness pleading for her daughter's safety. The sounds of breaking glass reflecting off the walls torturing the mother still hindered by this immovable and fixed door in her way. Suddenly the crescendo of broken glass comes to a sudden halt. The door unlocks. The  mother gasps for air as she lifts herself off the carpet floor and slowly walks into her daughter's dark and ominous room. In the dark standing in the middle of her daughter's room a weary and confused woman scans the area in search of her daughter and signs of broken glass. Her attention immediately runs to an empty bed. Even in the darkness her daughter's bed looks to be full of pillows and the outline of small teddy bears but only an empty space where her daughter should be. The mother continues to scan the room in search of her daughter. All of a sudden a warm feeling embraces her toes. This warm sensation circles her toes and moves towards the back of her feet. As she looks down at her feet to make out the cause of this feeling, she squints to see through the darkness. The thud of a body hitting the floor comes from her daughter's private bathroom.

       The mother slowly approaches the bathroom door reaching out for the doorknob as she calmly but shakily calls out to her daughter. Still, no response. She begins to turn the doorknob and to her surprise the bathroom door was unlocked.  The mother swings open the bathroom door and flips up the lightswitch.  A pool of blood at her feet originating from her daughter's body. The mother rushes over to her daughter's body to find a pulse. To her surprise her daughter bleeding profusely from her forehead is still alive and begins to whisper to her mother. The mother leans down to try to make out her daughter's soft spoken words. The daughter looks up to her mother and begins to slowly repeat “it was the mirror.” Confused and sad from her daughter's obvious self inflicted wounds she scans the room for clues as to what went on. The medicine cabinet above the toilet was hanging off the wall. Pieces of glass all over the floor with blood and skin firmly cemented to the remaining pieces of glass still glued to the wall. Without warning, the broken pieces of glass begin to congregate and swirl together in the middle of the bathroom floor.

      There was no breeze in the bathroom and no open windows. Confused and afraid the mother sits in amazement holding her daughter and watching this conscious glass swirl around the bathroom floor like a mini tornado. After about 4 or 5 slow spins of glass on the bathroom floor the daughter passes out and the mother rubs her own eyes hoping she isn't losing her mind. The mother looks away from the glass down in her daughter's direction. The next time she looked up at the glass mirror it had finished repairing itself. To the mothers surprise she could see her daughter's reflection in the mirror. Puzzled and perplexed, the mother stares at her daughter's perfect reflection in the mirror. Her daughter is numb and silent as if frozen in time. She picks her daughter's body up and carries her through the house and to the car. The mother wraps her daughter's head with bandages and starts the journey to the hospital leaving her daughter's reflection in the mirror behind. 

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