Abbie Richards stared at her perfect self. Perfect button nose, perfect round baby blue eyes, and perfect full lips that framed her perfect dazzling teeth. Even her hair was a perfect shade of honey blonde that went past her shoulders.
“Perfect!” she grinned. All was ready for her first day at her new school.
The first day went great. Everyone was friendly, the teachers were nice enough, and she made some new friends. At lunch they all shared stories. When it was her turn, Abbie told about the time she went camping and saw a bear.
“Oooo that's so scary!” Katie, a short girl with spiky brown hair, squeaked.
“Hey, speaking of scary, I know this really cool scary story!” Sarah, a redhead, exclaimed.
“Let's hear it!” Abbie excitedly said.
“Okay, so there was this girl named...,” her eyes flickered around the table. “...Abbie,” she whispered, grinning mischievously. “Abbie one night woke up and suddenly had a hunch that someone was waiting in her bathroom.”
Katie snorted.
“Shh, let me finish,” Sarah said. “Anyway, Abbie got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and turned on the lights, but there was no one there. As she looked around, she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. She hurriedly spun around, her heart pounding, but relaxed when she realized it was only her reflection. She smiled. Her reflection smiled back. She waved. Her reflection waved. She laughed at her silliness of thinking someone was in the bathroom. Her reflection didn't laugh. Her smile quickly faded. Did she imagine it? She moved her hand again. The reflection moved her hand, but not in the same way. Abbie watched, horrified, as the reflection took a small handheld mirror sitting by the sink, and smashed it to the ground. Abbie glanced at the real mirror by the real sink. It was unbroken, unmoved. She glazed back at her reflection. Now she watched as her mirror image picked up one of the shards of glass and brought it against her throat.
'No,' whispered Abbie, too frightened to move.
But it was too late. The glass flashed as it cut open the mirror Abbie's skin. Blood poured out of not only the reflection but out of Abbie herself. She screamed, fell over, and died.”
Abbie and Katie sat wide-eyed, the color drained from their faces.
“That was freaking scary!” Katie breathed.
“Er...that wasn't true, was it?” Abbie squeaked.
Sarah laughed. “Um, duh, of course not!”
Katie relaxed, but Abbie stayed tense. Scary stories always freaked her out. That night, she lay awake, too scared to go to sleep. Suddenly she had the feeling that someone was in her bathroom. She laid there as the feeling got more and more intense. Her heart ripping out of her chest with each beat, she slowly stepped out of bed and walked silently to the bathroom. Sweat poured off her face. She flicked the lights on and gazed in. No one there. No one except herself and her reflection.
She stared at herself in the mirror, white as a sheet, beads of sweat running down her face, her eyes so wide they seemed to be popping out of her head. It was just a story right? Reflections don't move on their own. But at that moment, her reflection smiled. Not in a warm way, but in a cold, menacing way. The mirror's eyes turned black and locked with Abbie's. Abbie couldn't move. Her heart seemed to want to jump out of her body it was pounding so hard. She opened her mouth to scream but found she couldn't. It felt as if something heavy was being pressed down on her chest. She watched, horrified, as the reflection of herself raised her hands. A black, smoky, mist-like substance appeared and began to get thicker and thicker. It twisted, turned, and jerked around into a shape that became more even more solid until it was clear what it was. A gun. Mirror Abbie took the now firm gun and brought it to her head. A sort of choking noise emitted from the real Abbie as she realized she had seconds to live. The reflection pulled the trigger, and the next thing Abbie felt was excruciating pain, and something hot and sticky gushing down her face.
The next morning, Abbie's mom knocked on her door to wake her up.
“Abbie! Time for school!” she sang.
When Abbie didn't answer, she knocked again.
“Abbie?”
The door creaked open and her mothers thin face peered inside.
“Abbie?” she said more shrilly.
She walked to the bed. Abbie wasn't in it. Hurriedly casting her gaze around the room, she concluded Abbie wasn't there. She however did realize the door of Abbie's bathroom was closed. She laughed with relief.
“Oh! Abbie!” she called. “Get out of the bathroom you're going to be late!”
Abbie didn't answer. Her mother strode over and knocked harshly on the door.
“Abbie! Answer me!” she wailed.
She flung the door open, looked down, and screamed.
Abbie's dad heard his wife's cry from downstairs. He jumped from his seat and sprinted up the steps. Once he reached Abbie's room, he bounded inside and bolted to the bathroom, where he could hear his wife weeping. He stared down at the two figures, as if through a haze. There was his wife, partially cradling Abbie, who was drenched in blood. His stomach dropped. A gun lay next to her. As he watched, it slowly faded and turned into mist.
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