Chapter #1
When you break a mirror you receive seven years of bad luck and when you break a television you get seven nights of bad dreams. Don't worry if you've never heard of that before, I hadn't either before a week ago. That's when it all started. I'm Maggie and I'm going to tell you my story.
I was in the middle of moving, not out of the house or anything, just down to the basement. All of my life I've lived next to my twin brother and across from our parents. But now I would be moving two stories down to our basement. I had moved all but a few last things down. I had started early in the morning, (for me this is ten), and was just finishing up now, right after seven.
At the moment I was carrying the most important thing in my life, my television set, down the steps into the basement. Even though the sun had just started to set and the sky was not dark yet the basement I was moving into was pitch black because there are no windows to bring light into it. I blame my fall on the dark, I'm not exactly afraid of the dark but that doesn't mean I like it. One wrong step and I found myself plummeting into the lightless abyss. I grabbed wildly for the railing, dropping my precious cargo as I gripped thin wooden railing with two hands. For one terrifying moment I heard a heart-stopping crash and I was sure that the railing had given way and I had plunged to my early death of a broken neck.
When I opened my eyes I was staring at the battered remains of my television. My first reaction was to cry hysterically, but before I could pursue this course, a transparent figure appeared floating above the remains. There is only one reaction that a person can give in this type of situation.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the inventor of television." Come on, I thought to myself, I went to the place where this guy was born. My dad has his biography. Why can't I think of his name? He didn't look surprised just faintly annoyed, as if he had seen this before. "It's Philo Farnsworth."
"I knew that I really did." To this I only received a raised eyebrow glare so I plowed on. "So to pick up from before, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Well you broke a television."
"So?"
"It's sort of like when you break a mirror except it only lasts seven nights, and instead of bad luck you're cursed with bad dreams."
"Bad dreams?"
"Well not exactly bad dreams, you get stuck in a movie that you love but your stuck in a role that you don't want to be."
"You mean I have to be Frodo in Lord Of The Rings."
"No you won't be an existing character. And guess what?" I didn't really want to guess what. I wanted to stop hallucinating right this instant, because that's all this could possibly be, a hallucination. Obviously Philo Farnsworth saw that too so he told me anyway. "You get to start right now."