Revealing Reflections

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“Are you sure about this?” I asked Dallas.

“Huh?” he asked, not really paying any attention to me. “What’d ya say? Are you chickening out on me, Jacob?” he said with a sneer.

“No, of course not,” I lied. “This won’t even work.”

“You’re kidding, right?” he smiled, his perfect white teeth showing. I remembered the dentist appointment I had in the morning. Then I remembered that I would be getting braces. “This is Aunt Zee’s house! Of course it’s gonna work” he said with conviction.

“Yeah, okay Dale. Bloody Mary is going to come out of a mirror and kill us for saying her name.”

Dallas looked over at me and frowned. “Good point. She’s going to really angry at us for wakin’ her. Maybe we shouldn’t wake her, huh?” I sighed a breath of relief, but he continued. “Well, we have to try something. This house is haunted, ya know that! It’s been haunted, even before Aunt Zee passed.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t think there’s anything creepy to do. Let’s go play video games or something,” I said. Jokingly, I added, “Unless you wanna try invoking the spirit of someone who’s died here?” I got up from the floor and started to leave the room.

“Brilliant Jake! Absolutely brilliant!” Dallas exclaimed, clearly missing my joke.

“What? Wait, no, I was kidding Dale!”

He ignored me. “Who would we use though? I don’t wanna anger anyone.”

“I was joking,” I shouted.

“Aunt Zee?” he asked me. “She wouldn’t get mad, would she?”

I gave up, rolling my eyes. “Probably not.”

“Good. Here,” he handed a handheld mirror. “When I turn the lights off, starting saying ‘Aunt Zee’ over and over.”

I glared at him. “Why me?”

“You’re too young to light the candles. Gotta be above fifteen, bro,” he grinned.

“But I’m old enough to call up spirits?” I asked sarcastically.

“Uh, yeah,” he said and his grin fell.

“Wonderful.”

He went and turned off the lights, the walked back over to me and lit the candlses that were on either side of me. The yellow tinge of the room from the flames looked creepy in the reflection.

“Start,” Dale whispered.

I took a deep breath. “Aunt Zee, Aunt Zee, Aunt Zee…” I continued while concentrating on the mirror. This is so dumb, I thought. “Aunt Zee, Aunt Zee, Aunt Zee…” When I said her name fifty times the room grew colder.

“You feel that, bro?” Dallas asked. I nodded, but continued. I felt goosebumps pop up all over my body. We both were staring intently at the mirror. At seventy-five, everything began.

My reflection’s hair turned from brown to gray and curled. My skin began to wrinkle and my lips grew two full shadesgrey_loader.gif of dark red. Almost like blood, I thought. Still, I continued to say her name, but in a whisper now.

“Aunt Zee..”

Earrings now dangled from my reflection’s ears and my face took on a red blush. Dallas drew in a sharp breath and said, “Wow.”

98 Zee, 99 Zee…100 Zee.

My reflection’s eyes blinked, even though I hadn’t. Then, she, for now I knew it was her, closed her eyes.

“Bro?”

Aunt Zee opened her eyes and we screamed. Her eyes were crimson and her look was deadly. A dry wind blew the candles out.

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