dark mirror

Ashton grudgingly opened his round, forest green eyes. The only light that illuminated his dark room was the the sliver of silver moonlight and the cold yellow of the streetlights that peaked through the closed velvet curtains that hung over the window. As he looked to his left and saw his black alarm clock, the dim red numbers read 1:15 AM. He sighed as he rolled back over in an attempted to fall back asleep; as his eyes slowly began to shut, a light tapping sound filled his ears. At first he dismissed it, assuming it was just the wind blowing a tree branch against his window; however, it seemed as if with each passing minute, the tapping grew louder and louder, faster and faster. Curiosity took control over Ashton and he slowly sat up, the warmth he once felt being underneath his large comforter was now replaced by the cold air blowing from the ceiling fan above him.

Ashton swung open the door to the bathroom, and flipping the switch; he squinted as the sudden bright lights temporarily blinded him. When his eyes had finally adjusted to the new lighting, he made his way to the window, pulling the string which lifted the white blinds from barricading his view of what was outside. As he looked out the glass, all he saw was his reflection staring back towards him. The tapping sound continued to grow, and eventually turned into knocking, Ashton glanced around confused as he realized the noise was not coming from outside. He turned his focus to the large mirror above the sink, which is where the sound appeared to emerging from.

A perplexed look took place on Ashton’s face as own eyes continued to stare back at him. Carefully, he reached out towards the mirror, jumping back as the tapping began again. This time more forceful than before. He could feel his heart begin to race, his palms began to sweat, and the anxiety continued to rise higher and higher in his chest. He bit his lip as his thoughts raced back and forth. After a few moments of pondering his hand slowly began to reach towards the mirror again. His hand inched closer and closer and as it reached the mirror it moved through the reflective class. His eyes widened as he attempted to pull back, but his hand was being gripped tightly by God only knows what. It seemed as if the more he struggled to get away the closer he was pulled towards the mirror. Closer and closer until he was pulled all the way through, and there was nothing but darkness surrounding him. Ashton’s is only one of the many taken by the dark mirror.