| I stepped through the threshold, creaking in protest, the decade old wood called to me. Though i had taken my pills, the singing still played. "Ring around the rosy,pockets full of posy ,ashes,ashes, we all fall down." I brushed the thoght from my mind. Books,scrolls, and many of other things adorned the living room. At the far end of the room sat a mirror in a comfy Lazyboy. As I wiped a unusually shaped paper weight I sensed movement. Scanning the room, I drew my pistol. A .357 magnum..Whatever was coming wouldn't come for long. No movement. Was I being paranoid? No, I definetly saw something. Cautiosly moving across the room I clicked the safety off. Books....candles....nothing out of place. The perfect time for an ambush. Looking over to the mirror again i noticed something i didn't see before. It was glowing.Not a lot but still, it was glowing. It glowed a soft flickering light like that of a candle. I touched the gunsight to the glowing reflection and it rippled. Like a stone in water. Then, the reflection in a voice I knew as my own, said "Howdy". I fired 3 shots into the mirror to no avail. The mirror morphed and that nice candle light turned blood red and a very hideous creature appeared from it's firey threshold.
I muttered a twelve letter word not meant for print. |
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