Mirror rorriM

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Mirror rorriM

Yesterday I thought that they were smudges. Indistinct, dirty looking marks seemed to lurk on the surface of my mirror. I remember how I had gone to the kitchen and fetched the polish and a rag. After a liberal spraying, I rubbed at the glass but it seemed to make no difference.

I had taken the mirror from the hook that held it in place on the wall and had peered at its edge. The only thing I could think of was that something had got inside, between the glass and the backing board, and it was this that was causing the smudge-like marks.

I hadn’t had the spare time to attempt to take it apart, for I was due to attend a lecture. I’d already missed more than one, and if I was going to have a chance of passing my exams I could not afford to miss any more. Hastily, I had put it back on the hook, gathered up my things and then headed out. By the time I returned home I had forgotten all about the mirror and its black marks. With a pile of work to catch up on, I had settled myself at my desk. I leaned over my books and tapped away at the keys on my laptop. If I felt that something was observing me, I brushed it off as imagination. There was no one else inside my room and the windows were covered by closed drapes. Behind me, there was nothing but my empty bed, my wardrobe and my mirror.

At one stage my discomfort grew so great that I actually got up and looked inside my wardrobe. It was empty of anything other than my few clothes and shoes. Of course it was. As I turned to go back to my desk I thought I caught sight of a swirling figure inside my mirror; one that was insubstantial, made of smoke or something. Just a trick of the light, I told myself, probably one caused by my own shadow.

I must have managed to convince myself, for I know that once I finally climbed into my bed, I slept soundly. No nightmares troubled my sleep and going by the neatness of the covers, I had barely moved.

This morning I had almost forgotten the smudges, the eerie feeling, until my eyes were caught by my mirror. The charcoal grey patches were huge, looking so much like hooded human-like forms that they made me gasp. Spooked or not, I felt that I had to get closer and take a better look.

Trembling, I took one step nearer, then another. There was no doubt that I was looking at the forms of people. There were four of them, each as featureless as each other. Dark grey hooded forms, two in front and two standing just behind them. My mind screamed at me to get the hell out of my room, to run, to hide, but my legs would not obey me.

I watched my arm lift up as though it belonged to someone else. It certainly seemed to have no connection to me, especially when the hand reached towards the glass. For a moment that was what I felt, the solidity of the mirror’s surface, but then it seemed to melt, to dissolve.

Before I had a chance to react and withdraw my hand, those figures seemed to swirl forwards and soon my fingers were engulfed in the dark substance from which they were formed. I could see no hands gripping me, but they had a firm hold on me, were pulling me forwards into the glass, and were pouring around me, enveloping me in something not solid, but something that was strong enough to resist my struggles.

“Who... who are you?” I finally managed to force the way out, but the only response was laughter that seemed to echo around me, batter my mind and possess my soul.

“Stop it! Let me go!”

And suddenly I found myself free to move. I turned back to where my mirror was and instead came face to face with an aged and crumbling stone wall. I banged my fists against the stone, scraped my fingers against its surface as I tried to claw my way through it.

“No,” I sobbed. “It’s... it’s not possible.” But my bloodied fingers told me that not only was it possible but it had really happened.

I sank to the ground and sobbed, my mind was too discombobulated to allow for any clear or rational thought. All I knew was that I was lost, I was trapped. And I had no idea where I was, or why I was there.

I ran out of tears eventually. I opened my eyes and I looked around. There was nothing but shades of grey; even my own body had lost its substance to swirl like ink dripped in water. The four figures stood a short distance away, as though they were waiting for me. As if sensing that I was now watching them, they turned and began to move away.

What should I do? I could not bear for them to leave me alone, so I did the only thing possible. I pushed myself into an upright position, and with no legs to walk on I willed my body to follow them.

 

 

 


Submitted: January 13, 2021

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Mike S.

Scary-excellence, Hull

Wed, January 13th, 2021 8:25pm

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Thanks, Mike. Glad you enjoyed it.

Thu, January 14th, 2021 7:03am

Vance Currie

I loved the way you wrote the title, Hully, and I enjoyed the story, but I must confess that the ending left me somewhat discombobulated. Or was that your intention? You didn't leave enough clues for me to imagine a continuation.

Wed, January 13th, 2021 10:33pm

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I'd like to say I intended it to work out that way, but I didn't really. I have a lot of problem with endings unless I actually kill the character off.

Thu, January 14th, 2021 7:02am

CTPlatt

Loved this! A cracking story! There is something creepy about mirrors now you mention it!

Thu, January 14th, 2021 10:51am

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Haha! Yep, I tend to avoid them as much as possible. Thanks so much for giving this a read, CT. It's much appreciated.

Thu, January 14th, 2021 7:00am

ratwood2

Loved the way you wrote the title. Gave me the impression that the story would be something along the lines of equal but opposite. The story didn't follow that but was still good. I may just have to steal the title and start writing again.

Thu, January 14th, 2021 4:26pm

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I'd love it if you would. Thanks, ratwood2.

Sun, February 7th, 2021 6:02am

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