Emma Peterson

How could I have been so stupid so as not to tell anyone? When I first saw her, I knew she couldn’t have been a good sign, yet I kept my mouth shut. Perhaps it had something to do with my big mouth always getting me into trouble. Whatever the cause, I was wrong not to say something. No one else seemed to be able to see her; it was just me. She haunted me, and she scared me. Yet, I turned to her for guidance. The more I met with her, the more she pulled me in, and the more I became like her — trapped in my mirror.

I called her Daisy Mae, mostly because it helped me convince myself that this girl, haunting my mirror, was harmless. She looked no older than 6 or 7, with beautiful silver hair that rested on her shoulders. Her facial features were pleasant, and she would almost have been considered pretty if not for one thing – her eyes. Thy were white and blank, as if they had rolled back in their sockets and suck there. She never blinked and was always staring, either into the distance or directly at me.

I don’t know why I trusted her so much. I shouldn’t have, but sometimes I couldn’t stop myself from telling her all I knew. She was a great listener; she never interrupted. Then again, I don’t think she ever spoke to me, she just always just nodded or shook her head.

Some days she would smile at me, while on others she would frown. I trusted her advice wholeheartedly, though I knew I shouldn’t. In the beginning, I asked her only simple and meaningless questions, such as, “Which outfit should I wear today?”. As the weeks turned into months, I started confiding more and more into her, until that day.

I went into the bathroom to visit her – she seemed lonely that day. I was telling her about the day. How school went, etc. etc. As I talked, the surface of the mirror became more fluid with every second. Finally, after a few seconds, it had become as fluid as water. I stopped talking and hesitantly reached out to examine it. With one fluid movement, just as my hand touched the surface of the liquid, Daisy thrust her hand out of the mirror. With surprising strength, her hand closed tightly around my throat. I screamed, and she pulled me into the icy depths of the mirror. Everything went black….

….to be continued!