Final Destination: Death's Last Call
Here's my first ever story on this site. To those who read this, I'd love to receive some reviews and critiques. Thanks.
She trembled as her feet moved forward, walking across the darkness. Shivering, she looked around herself. There was nothing. Surrounding her was complete darkness, without any light, but she could feel pressure on her. Pushing her forward relentlessly, and she had no choice but to continue forward.
Then she saw it. Her eyes focusing, she became aware of a something in front of her. It was a mirror. The mirror was framed in a dark brown wood-frame. In the mirror's smooth reflective surface, nothing could be seen. The mirror was perfect, flawless, but on its surface, there was complete blackness.
Her feet stopped moving when she was at arms-length of it. She squinted at it, trying to see if she was missing something. Then it began to change. A thick mist floated over the mirror, even though there was nothing around her. It was white, and seemed to conceal something dark and mysterious.
A figure began to materialise. It's movements were graceful and ominous, as it floated slowly towards her. Soon she could see it's outline; it was hooded, and wore a cloak that seemed to make the figure shapeless. Then, it stepped out of the mist, clear as day in the mirror.
For a moment, it was still, unmoving. Then, slowly it began to tilt its head upwards. She watched with baited breath, as if she had journeyed a long way just for this moment to occur. The figure's hood was upwards, where the hole for the figure's face was black and empty. She was puzzled, not knowing what would happen next.
Suddenly, it flipped its hood back, revealing its head. It was a rotting skull, with patches of flesh still attached to it, and wisps of hair dangling down the sides of its decaying head. Maggots and centipedes crawled out of its eye-holes, nose cavity, and the gaps between its yellowing teeth. She screamed, but no noise came out. She tried to move, but was stilled by an invisible force.
Its jaws creaked open, and a raspy demonic voice was heard: "Lauren Merenda. You belong to me."
The arms of the cloak shot out, wrapping around her throat. They pulled her into the misty mirror.
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