Damen closed the bathroom door with a soft click and quickly set to work. His roommate was fast asleep near the room. He placed the candle in front of the mirror and next to the sink. He also put the knife next to the plate of apple slices. He set his camera on a somewhat precarious position on top of the counter. He pressed the recording button, lit the candle, and turned off the lights so that the only source of illumination was a flickering flame before addressing his invisible audience.
" Hi everyone! Today's video is going to be a little something for Halloween! I'm not going to do Bloody Mary, or Baby Blue...Nikandros would kill me. I tried to convince him to play, but he was adamant about having ghosts and other spirits into the house. But that's a story for another day. I'm going to see my future lover! According to an old wives tale, you can see your husband or wife in a mirror at 12:00 on Halloween.
"Now, an old wives tale is a term used for a superstition or traditional belief that is regarded as unscientific or incorrect. I thought this would be good because it's something specifically for this day, while I can any of those two games I've listed at any time. Also, if I do see something I don't want to wake up the whole neighborhood. Plus, this idea is so closely related to the ones I mentioned that there might be the slightest chance that I could see something. Other versions have you brushing or combing your hair, but there's not much for me to work with." He combed his fingers through his hair to emphasize his point.
" You're supposed to go into a room alone with a mirror, an apple that was cut into nine slices, a knife, and a candle," he picked up the candle briefly to show the camera and placed it back down when he was finished, "You're supposed to eat the apple on the tip of the knife, but after you eat eight your lover is said to appear over your shoulder as if to ask for the last slice. It is also advised that you remain quiet while doing this. Okay...here we go."
He stabbed one, brought the fruit to his lips, and ate it. He repeated this seven more times. Finally, he pierced the apple and looked up at the mirror and gave a startled yelp. He saw a slim figured man peering over his shoulder and looking at the slice. The man looked to have blond hair with blue eyes. He looked to his left, but he didn't see anyone. He looked back at the mirror and he saw nothing but his reflection staring with wide eyes back.
"What the fuck?"
Sorry this was so short! I always plan on writing chapters to be long and they turn out barely half a page. Anyway, here's a prologue...? The first time I submitted this I got a lot of codes and I had to go back in and rewrite it. Oh! I'm getting my ao3 invitation three days from now, isn't that exciting? I think I need to include more detail in my stories, what do you guys think?
