**A/n: This is a story idea I got a long time ago. I started to write a novel about it when I was young, but I thought I'd make it a short story instead, and am posting it for Halloween's's sake. I will warn, this scared me a little to write, so please please don't think I'm psycho, I just wanted to make something a little bit disturbing since that's the entire point of a horror and of Halloween's. (I promise I'm a good person) anyway, please enjoy, and don't get scared. (I did, sorry if you do too.) Please comment, vote, follow, I'd love to know what you think!**
Where my hazel irises should have been I was met only with an empty ivory patch upon the otherwise black orbs. Fear struck a ferocious lightning bolt through my being as I stared at my skewed reflection, that somehow, did not follow my movements. Her hair was ratted and brunette like mine, falling at her breasts, her skin was an olive shade like mine, and she wore the same forest green turtle neck.
"Auntie Jane?" The chirping voice of my nephew called as he wobbled into the frame. I looked for him, though he was no where to be found in the room, and yet- he was in the mirror.
"Trevor?" I called, searching eagerly for him. "Trevor, where are you?"
"I'm right here auntie!" he said, his kind voice coming from the mirror, and his tiny toddler body facing my distorted single-minded reflection.
I stared wide eyed, and then grasped my hair and began to pull at my scalp, not minding the ripping sensation I felt as I screamed for my nephew.
"Auntie? You look different." He noted, speaking to my demonic reflection.
I smiled.
No.
It smiled, as she patted his head, then slowly brought her hand down toward his neck and leaned over to kiss his forehead.
"Trevor! Run away!" I shrieked, petrified with fear as I saw a scene not in my control unfolding in this broken century old mirror.
Just then I noticed an intricate detail upon the top of the mirror, where there was a hand engraved in the gold framework with its middle and pointer finger crossed, and just beneath the design, I read, a collection of Russian lettering that spelled out a certain phrase.
Trevor came up close to the mirror, and tilted his head. "Auntie?"
"Run! Get out of there!"
Trevor flinched back, his blue eyes looking at me uncomfortably, and then the alter clone of myself. "Auntie, that mirror scares me." He said, except not to me.
The scene continued to unfold as I banged my fist against the mirror and hysterically screamed and called for my nephew with crippling fear. But before I my mind could catch up to what was happening before me, I was blinded.
Red.
Everything was red, and my vision couldn't seek out any other colors. All senses were lost except for a brilliant red that covered my world. Only red, for hours.
Then my hearing came back.
Screaming. A child screaming. Trevor's innocent and young voice, screeching and rattling my eardrums.Only red and the terrible throbbing sound for hours.
then my sense of smell returned. it filled my sinuses with the scent of salt and iron, like decaying flesh.
Screaming. Red. Salt and iron. Nothing else existed. Hours and hours passed. I couldn't move. Hours passed.
Then I could feel. Wet, thickness upon my skin, some spots patched dry. between my hands, something cold, something that felt like what my parents wouldn't have let me play with as a child. The way it felt in my hands... It felt like something dangerous.
hours passed. I couldn't talk. I just sat there with the few senses I had. I saw red. Nothing else. I heard a child's screaming, my baby cousin's screaming echoing over and over and over in my ears. I smelled salt, iron, and decay. And I felt danger in my hands, and death on my skin.
Taste had returned, and all that was in my mouth was a dryness, the kind of dry mouth that comes from no movement, that comes from fear, or dehydration, as though I had been yelling.
My gut twisted when the screaming in my ears faded, and all I could hear was a constant ringing, like an after effect of my cousins terror.
Then I could see. I could see red, but more than just that. I could see my cousin's dead body mounted upon the wall, his head decapitated and eyes wide with terror on the floor, and red. I could see so much red.
