Miirror blood
Years ago, on a cold morning on Dartmoor. The sun had not yet risen as Alice slid out of bed. She shivered as her toes touched the cold wooden floor. She walked into the hall and tip-toed past her young sisters room. She entered the kitchen. She saw Mary's toy kitten, snuggle, lying on the table, one stitched arm loosely flopped over the side of the wooden table. Alice slumped down onto a chair. The leg of the chair snapped. Alice fell to the floor with a THUD. She sighed agitated. As she got up, she heard the frantic pattering of feet toward the kitchen room. Mary, her young sister, burst in.
"Alice? Are you alright? I heard a crash and..." Alice sighed. Mary always panicked at the smallest noise. Especially after their parents died, she claimed to have nightmares often after that incident.
"Mary, I'm fine." Alice assured her sister. She looked at her. Mary's red hair messed up and her blue eyes wide with fright. It was obvious something else was bothering her sister.
"Another nightmare?" Alice asked. Mary nodded slowly. Alice rolled her eyes and sat carefully on another chair.
"What was it this time?" Alice sighed. Mary didn't move. She usually always told Alice her nightmares without hesitation, but this time, she didn't. She just stared at the body-sized mirror hanging from the wall. Alice looked at the mirror, then back at her sister.
"Mary?" Her sister jolted slightly and looked at Alice, her eyes still wide.
"I-I don't think... it was a Nightmare..." She breathed. Alice once again rolled her green eyes.
"Well, what happened?" Alice asked irritated. Mary stared at the floor, searching through her mind to recall what had occurred the previous night.
"I woke up in the night and realised I left snuggle on the table..." Mary cuddled snuggle tightly before continuing her tale. "... and as I got him, I saw something in the mirror, apart from me. It looked like a person, but they were wearing a black hood and cloak. I screamed and ran to my room, dropping snuggle. I heard footsteps in the kitchen all night."
Alice scoffed. Obviously Mary had made this up, or she would have heard Mary scream and the 'footsteps'.
"Well don't worry about it anymore, okay?" Mary nodded uncertainly.
Alice's eyes shot open at the sound of her sister's scream. She shot up in her bed. The sound of smashing glass came to her ears.
She hurriedly lit a candle, and rushed into the kitchen. Mary lay on the floor in front of the mirror, a puddle of blood slimed from her head, a splodge against what was left of the glass on the broken mirror.
Alice scrabbled over to her dead sister; she placed the candle by her side and choked on her own tears. "Mary, Mary, What happened to you?" She whispered knowing her dead sibling could not reply. She didn't notice the hooded figure standing behind her, blood dripping from there cloak. "I killed her." The figure replied in a cold, harsh voice. Before Alice could react, the figure smashed her head against what was left of the mirror. Both sisters lay in a pile, dead.
They say if you stand in front of a body-sized mirror and say 'Mary, Mary, what happened to you?' You shall suffer a same fate as these two sisters had.