Chapter 5
Sam's cell phone started ringing and vibrating across the bedside table. It didn't wake anyone up, they were all so tired. But the phone kept ringing. And it continued to slowly move across the table.
"Come on, Sam!" She hung up, and dialed the number again. It continued to ring, with no answer.
Sam slowly woke up and rubbed his eyes. It was dark out. How long had he been sleeping for? He sat up in his chair and looked across the room. He just sat there in the corner, and just listened to the breathing machine that his dad was hooked up to. The air pumping in and out, in and out. His heart monitor steadily beeping. This was all just so crazy. The only two people he had, were stuck in a hospital with machines hooked up to them. Sam got up and walked over to his dad's bed. It was hard to look at his dad in his condition. He wanted to just turn around and walk out that door and run as far away as he possibly could. But running away wouldn't solve anything. He had to be there for them. He rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. That's when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" He asked, picking up the phone.
"Sam!" It was Samantha.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I know what happened with the mirror."
"Really?"
"The mirror used to belong to the Ferrall family. George, Cindy, and their daughter Claire. Claire died when she was nine years old. In the papers, it said that someone broke into their home at night, and killed her, but I think her dad her killed her."
"Why?"
"Because he killed himself four days after her funeral. And there was this website that I found. Some weird freaks made it, it's all about like unsolved murders and stuff. Like real ones. It has so much stuff on there about this one, it even has pictures. How they got them, I'll never know, but they're there. So anyway, it says on this website, that this little girl loved her mirror, and that she always played dress up and twirled around in front of it. Normal for any girl. Well she was killed in her room, with her mirror as the only witness."
"Huh? Her mirror was the witness?"
"Hey, you're the supernatural freak here."
"Ok, continue."
"So she lives on in the mirror, trying to tell her story."
"Except she kills people instead," Sam said.
"Ya. Ok, so maybe she's not trying to tell her story, maybe she's just really mad."
"Or she's been living on in this mirror. Peacefully. Her favourite thing while she was alive, was that mirror, and that was the only thing to witness her murder. There were no cameras, no one was looking in the window. So her spirit lived on this mirror, with nothing to bother her. Until your brother came along with his laser pointer."
"That damn brat!"
"Well anything could have triggered it, Sam. This just happened to be it. Ok? It wasn't his fault." He could hear her crying a bit, but he didn't know what to say, so he just stayed quiet."
"Ya." She said quietly.
Sam waited a second, and then finished his theory. "So anyway, it pissed her off and now she's out of the mirror."
"… but is she?"
Sam paused. "We're gonna have to go back to your house and find out."
"Sam… I don't… I don't know if I can."
"Ok, you don't have to. I will. We just need to find a way to kill that spirit, incase she's still there. We don't want anyone else dying." He stopped like he had something stuck in his throat, and looked over at his dad. No one else could die. "Um, no one's going to be there tonight, right?"
"There shouldn't be. It's taped off."
"Maybe we should wait till morning."
"Ya, ok. Plus it won't be as scary if it's daylight outside."
"Sure. So can I call you on the number you're calling from now?"
"Ya."
"Ok, it's in my phone so I'll call you tomorrow if you want."
"Sure."
Sam was about to turn his phone off when he heard her say something.
"Sam?"
He put it back to his ear. "Ya?"
"Thanks."
