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The first night he didnt even notice the mirror. It was just there, a standard oval shaped object same as his mother had, nothing notable about it. The second night was much the same, and only on the third night did it capture his attention. The shine on it was weird. It wasnt really there. It was as if it had sucked out all the light that landed on it, leaving just black. When he looked into it he couldnt see himself in the glass. It must have been broken, but how can a mirror be broken?
He took it with him to his room so that he could look at it some more. He layed it down on the dresser and got ready for bed. Jumping into bed finally he picked it back up to study it. He stared at it intently under the light of the candle. As if the longer he looked at it the faster the thing might reveal its secrets.
Just as he was almost giving up there was a shine that came out of it. A yellow-y glow much like his own candle, but from the mirror itself.
He concentrated and the longer he waited shapes started to form. Little orange orbs dancing in the glass.
It was a face.
His breath hitched as he stared.
He couldnt look away.
The shapes of the face became sharper and sharper.
He put down the mirror. Face down on the covers.
He felt tears prickling in his eyes. The shadows around his room were suddenly frightfully large and dark.
What was in it? More faces? Something he cant see?
Something that won't show itself to him?
He held the handle of the mirror tight in his hand, with the other he pulled up the covers to his face. Maybe it would protect him, his little kid's heart hoped.
"Who are you?"
A young boys voice wavering.
The voice came from the mirror.
Louis stared at the mirror laying upside down on his covers, trying to convince himself that he had been imagining things. That it was a normal mirror and that the nothingness and the shapes had been the lights playing tricks of him. There certainly hadn’t been a voice coming from the mirror.