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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
J. Edgar Hoover Building
D.C.
7:30 a.m.
"Scully! Nice to see you," Special Agent Fox Mulder greeted his partner over-affectionately.
Immediately suspicious, Scully asked, "All right, Mulder. What is it now?" She accepted the folder he stuck
out at her in response.
"Read that," he said.
"Why don't you just tell me?"
"About 11:30 two nights ago, two girls in Indiana were having a slumber party. Supposedly, they watch a
horror film, then go to bed. Only, one of them goes to sleep permanently." He flicked off the lights and
started up the slide machine. The first slide showed a picture of two teenage girls, smiling for the camera.
"The blond here is Damia Kellog two weeks ago. That's her best friend, Samantha Redlum, beside her."
The slide changed. "And *this* is Damia Kellog yesterday morning." The new slide showed a figure that
was hardly recognizable as human as a result of complete mutilation.
"Oh my god. Do the police know who did this?"
"No. That's why they called the FBI. The local police couldn't find any prints, no point of entry, nothing.
They were hoping the government could do better."
"So why is it an X-file?"
"You're going to love this. Samantha Redlum, the only witness, claims Damia's killer came out of the mirror
on a dresser."
Scully just looked at him.
"Mulder," she said finally. "A person cannot come out of a mirror. It's physically impossible. This girl is
obviously distraught, and possibly delusional. She'd just witnessed her best friend's murder and mutilation."
"I know, Scully. But we pulled the assignment, so we're off to the great state of Indiana," Mulder said with
a wry grin.
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
J. Edgar Hoover Building
D.C.
7:30 a.m.
"Scully! Nice to see you," Special Agent Fox Mulder greeted his partner over-affectionately.
Immediately suspicious, Scully asked, "All right, Mulder. What is it now?" She accepted the folder he stuck
out at her in response.
"Read that," he said.
"Why don't you just tell me?"
"About 11:30 two nights ago, two girls in Indiana were having a slumber party. Supposedly, they watch a
horror film, then go to bed. Only, one of them goes to sleep permanently." He flicked off the lights and
started up the slide machine. The first slide showed a picture of two teenage girls, smiling for the camera.
"The blond here is Damia Kellog two weeks ago. That's her best friend, Samantha Redlum, beside her."
The slide changed. "And *this* is Damia Kellog yesterday morning." The new slide showed a figure that
was hardly recognizable as human as a result of complete mutilation.
"Oh my god. Do the police know who did this?"
"No. That's why they called the FBI. The local police couldn't find any prints, no point of entry, nothing.
They were hoping the government could do better."
"So why is it an X-file?"
"You're going to love this. Samantha Redlum, the only witness, claims Damia's killer came out of the mirror
on a dresser."
Scully just looked at him.
"Mulder," she said finally. "A person cannot come out of a mirror. It's physically impossible. This girl is
obviously distraught, and possibly delusional. She'd just witnessed her best friend's murder and mutilation."
"I know, Scully. But we pulled the assignment, so we're off to the great state of Indiana," Mulder said with
a wry grin.
