Based on True Events Part 3

I stumble over the threshold a tall black table stopping my fall.  I look up to see myself in a mirror.

MIRROR!

I move away from it tripping on a rug.  I stumble backwards landing on a leather couch.  I look around.  I know where I am at, my sister’s house.  I hear a crash upstairs that makes me jump from my seat and into the kitchen.  Another sound, a familiar sound makes me stop dead in my tracks.  The sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs landing has my heart racing.

“Come out, come out where ever you are”  I feel myself start to shake.  I just want to runaway.  Hide. Forget. Disappear.  I hear the footsteps continue down the stairs.

“The Garage!” my sister’s voice come from upstairs.  Her voice gave me new found strength.  I run from the kitchen towards the garage; past the bathroom; past the washer and dryer.  I open the door and run into a bedroom.

There is a window in front of me, a bed to my left and mirrored closet doors to my right.

MIRROR!

I take a step back falling to the floor.  I look around to see bookshelves filled with books and tiny figures.  I smell pancakes.  I now see that I am in my pajamas laying under a blanket.  I touch my wound…still fresh.  I get up exiting the bedroom.  I turn left down the hall.  I follow the delicious smells of breakfast towards the kitchen.  I turn right into another hall.

I turn around, it a living room but not the one I was expecting.  1 couch not 2.  I look to my left, a kitchen with a tile floor not a wooden one.  I look ahead of me.  I see my bedroom door, the one I hated going into.  I know what lurked behind that door, the room where most of my nightmares took place.

I march towards the door opening it.  I enter into that very bedroom.  It looks just as it did when I lived there.  I see no sun beyond the windows.  Night had fallen.  I remember that window.  How I walked to it, opened the shade and he attacked the window, laughing.

LAUGHING.

I can hear his laughing in my mind.  I shake it off as I look down.  I see my laptop, the glow of its screen reflecting off the mirror.

MIRROR!

I walk towards it.  Memories of it flood my mind.  It hurts.  The pain and sorrow caused by that mirror.  I hold my head as the memories come fast and vivid.

I see something move in that mirror.  A hand reached out.  I take a step back my eyes grow wide as the white winged one with golden blond hair steps out.  He reaches for me.

“Come with me.”  I shake my head no.  “It’s not safe here!” he sounded worried and something in me believed him.  I took his hand and he pulled me into the mirror.  It was dark and foggy.  I can’t see in front of me.  I struggle to keep hold of his hand but I trip, my hand slipping from his.  I get up to find myself in a bright green bedroom.

I get up walking around the bed.  I open the door to see him.  He is standing there, across the kitchen, wearing that same smile he wore years ago.  I stand there staring when the door between the kitchen and the hall closes.

I walk to the door and open it walking into blackness……his red eyes in the distance…..