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Author's Note: As with the rest of my stories, strong emotion and stuff that would normally be in italics will be in * *.
Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
by DamiaMulder
Kellog Residence
Frankfort, IN
11:38 p.m.
Samantha Redlum and her friend, Damia Kellog, stood in the doorway of a darkened room. The two girls had just
finished watching a horror movie in which the killer came out of a dark mirror to slaughter innocent young women.
"Come on, Sam. Let's just say it. You know its all made up," Damia begged. "Just say 'Bloody Mary' five times.
Nothng will happen. Come on."
"Fine. Bloody Mary."
A heavy silence hung in the air.
"Bloody Mary."
A gust of wind blew suddenly outside, rattling dry leaves and twigs.
"Bloody Mary."
The room in front of the girls seemed to grow darker.
"Bloody Mary."
The room began to light with a soft green glow.
"Bloody Mary," Samantha finished.
The green glow exploded through the room and into the hall. The girls stared at each other, eyes as big as dinner plates.
An unearthly moan reverberated throughout the house. Sam tugged Damia's hand in a 'let's get out of here' expression
and turned to run down the hall. She hadn't gone one step when Damia's hand was yanked out of hers.
Turning back, Sam saw her friend flying backwards into the formerly dark room. Sam screamed. The door slammed shut
and locked from the inside. Sam flung herself at the door, terrified for her friend. Finally, the door unlocked itself and
opened. If the scream which had escaped her lips earlier was that of a terrified teenager, the screams which now she let
out were those of the damned, for what she saw in the room was the body of Damia Kellog, horribly mutilated.
Author's Note: As with the rest of my stories, strong emotion and stuff that would normally be in italics will be in * *.
Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
by DamiaMulder
Kellog Residence
Frankfort, IN
11:38 p.m.
Samantha Redlum and her friend, Damia Kellog, stood in the doorway of a darkened room. The two girls had just
finished watching a horror movie in which the killer came out of a dark mirror to slaughter innocent young women.
"Come on, Sam. Let's just say it. You know its all made up," Damia begged. "Just say 'Bloody Mary' five times.
Nothng will happen. Come on."
"Fine. Bloody Mary."
A heavy silence hung in the air.
"Bloody Mary."
A gust of wind blew suddenly outside, rattling dry leaves and twigs.
"Bloody Mary."
The room in front of the girls seemed to grow darker.
"Bloody Mary."
The room began to light with a soft green glow.
"Bloody Mary," Samantha finished.
The green glow exploded through the room and into the hall. The girls stared at each other, eyes as big as dinner plates.
An unearthly moan reverberated throughout the house. Sam tugged Damia's hand in a 'let's get out of here' expression
and turned to run down the hall. She hadn't gone one step when Damia's hand was yanked out of hers.
Turning back, Sam saw her friend flying backwards into the formerly dark room. Sam screamed. The door slammed shut
and locked from the inside. Sam flung herself at the door, terrified for her friend. Finally, the door unlocked itself and
opened. If the scream which had escaped her lips earlier was that of a terrified teenager, the screams which now she let
out were those of the damned, for what she saw in the room was the body of Damia Kellog, horribly mutilated.