Chapter 1.
Spoiler
Delilah Shayne finished her make up solemnly, and looked at refection in the vanity mirror, and sighed. Her ash-blonde hair was in perfect place, softly falling on her shoulders, her emerald green eyes, was filling with tears.
What a week, first Johnny, my car, and now grandpa is gone… She thought to herself. Memories of her grandfather flooded her mind, going out to feed the chickens, playing chess, and eating her grandma’s cookies off the cooling rack, without her noticing. A heart attack killed him unexpectedly at sixty-eight. It would be hard, living without him; he was the only person she could confide in. Her room was very simple, light pink walls with white trim, a bed against a wall, a dresser, and a very large desk with a chair, which she sat in right now. Delilah got up from her desk and put on her black dress, threw her shoes on, and headed downstairs. Her mother Chloe Shayne, was waiting on the couch, along with her father Franklin, and her younger brother Carter.
“I’m ready.” Delilah said trying to fight off tears.
“About time!” Her twelve year old brother exclaimed. Carter was just hitting that awkward stage in his growth, like all boys do. He was tall and gangly, but trimmed with muscle from playing baseball since he was five. Sandy blonde hair that sat like a mop upon his head that dangled around his bright green eyes.
“Watch your mouth, Carter!” his mother scolded.
Franklin was already up and grabbed the keys to the family car off the key rack. Everybody got the idea and followed suit.
When they arrived at Graye’s funeral home, Delilah was already crying. Trying to hold back the tears and not to make a fool of herself in front of family and friends comforting each other. The Shayne family was just like any other ordinary family, it had its fair share of family fights, but they always made up. Delilah had one aunt, and two uncles, all married with children, which made up of five cousins. Aunt Sadie, the oldest of Grandpa’s children had one son, Daniel, age twenty. Uncle Jason had three children, Alexis sixteen, Amanda fourteen, and baby Billy, but he wasn’t a baby, he was the youngest of the cousins at age eight. Uncle Mark had only one child Ted the same age as Delilah; seventeen. Of all the cousins she trusted, it was Daniel. She rushed to him and they embraced.
“I miss him,” Delilah whispered.
“Me too Del, me too,” Daniel whispered in response.
Delilah and her family sat in the cold folding chairs, facing the open casket.
The funeral was brief, yet heart-wrenching, the minister talked about Grandpa’s life and his love for his wife Rose, his four children, and his seven grandchildren. He also talked about his devotion to God and the church, how he always helped out whenever he could. As the ceremony ended everyone approached the casket to say their final goodbyes. As Delilah got up to the casket tears continued to flow.
“I love you grandpa, more than you’ll ever know.” She whispered so quietly that even she could barely hear herself. She placed a tulip, his favorite flower, in his casket, and walked on. The minister stopped her before she could make it out the door.
“Samuel wanted me to give this to you.” He handed her an envelope.
“Thank you sir,” Delilah choked, tears still running down her face, ruining her make-up that took her an hour to put on.
“He always said you were his favorite.”
“I don’t know how I will continue life without him.”
“Just remember, you will see him in heaven one day.”
Delilah walked up to her father who gently put his arm around her.
“What was all that about?” He asked.
“Just some words of encouragement and sympathy,” She answered, not telling him yet about the envelope.
The graveside ceremony was quick; the minister prayed as the casket was lowered into the pit. The family hugged each other. Delilah walked up to Daniel and embraced him for one last time before he and his family would have to fly back to Dallas Texas.
“See you around,” he whispered in her ear. Delilah just grunted, still overcome with grief.
The number of parked cars faded away and Delilah and her family went home.
When Delilah got home she immediately ran upstairs to her room and changed into some jeans and a t-shirt. She debated for a long time before she opened the envelope. She tapped her finger-nails furiously on the tabletop, then she faced her curiosity head on; the letter read:
To my dearest Delilah,
I guess I’m no longer alive, I’m in heaven now, don’t forget you will see me again someday! There is something I never told you. You ever noticed that birthmark on your forearm? There is a reason for that birthmark, something out of this world. Now next time you go see Grandma let her see this note, and ask her for the mirror. It’s difficult to explain. You will find out about it in due time. Wait till the time has come Delly, you will understand it all.
I will always love you, Grandpa.
Delilah cried in grief over the loss of her grandpa, she missed beyond belief. Yet a tinge of curiosity hit her, and she couldn’t wait to see this ‘mirror’ grandpa spoke about. She looked down at her small strangely shaped birthmark, it looked like a sun. Carter made fun of it, every time he pointed it out. Something about it made Delilah afraid of it, scared that everyone would catch sight of it.
She shuffled down the stairs just in time for her mother to call.
“Hey guys, dinner is ready!"
Delilah mumbled throughout dinner, still not mentioning the note.
What a week, first Johnny, my car, and now grandpa is gone… She thought to herself. Memories of her grandfather flooded her mind, going out to feed the chickens, playing chess, and eating her grandma’s cookies off the cooling rack, without her noticing. A heart attack killed him unexpectedly at sixty-eight. It would be hard, living without him; he was the only person she could confide in. Her room was very simple, light pink walls with white trim, a bed against a wall, a dresser, and a very large desk with a chair, which she sat in right now. Delilah got up from her desk and put on her black dress, threw her shoes on, and headed downstairs. Her mother Chloe Shayne, was waiting on the couch, along with her father Franklin, and her younger brother Carter.
“I’m ready.” Delilah said trying to fight off tears.
“About time!” Her twelve year old brother exclaimed. Carter was just hitting that awkward stage in his growth, like all boys do. He was tall and gangly, but trimmed with muscle from playing baseball since he was five. Sandy blonde hair that sat like a mop upon his head that dangled around his bright green eyes.
“Watch your mouth, Carter!” his mother scolded.
Franklin was already up and grabbed the keys to the family car off the key rack. Everybody got the idea and followed suit.
When they arrived at Graye’s funeral home, Delilah was already crying. Trying to hold back the tears and not to make a fool of herself in front of family and friends comforting each other. The Shayne family was just like any other ordinary family, it had its fair share of family fights, but they always made up. Delilah had one aunt, and two uncles, all married with children, which made up of five cousins. Aunt Sadie, the oldest of Grandpa’s children had one son, Daniel, age twenty. Uncle Jason had three children, Alexis sixteen, Amanda fourteen, and baby Billy, but he wasn’t a baby, he was the youngest of the cousins at age eight. Uncle Mark had only one child Ted the same age as Delilah; seventeen. Of all the cousins she trusted, it was Daniel. She rushed to him and they embraced.
“I miss him,” Delilah whispered.
“Me too Del, me too,” Daniel whispered in response.
Delilah and her family sat in the cold folding chairs, facing the open casket.
The funeral was brief, yet heart-wrenching, the minister talked about Grandpa’s life and his love for his wife Rose, his four children, and his seven grandchildren. He also talked about his devotion to God and the church, how he always helped out whenever he could. As the ceremony ended everyone approached the casket to say their final goodbyes. As Delilah got up to the casket tears continued to flow.
“I love you grandpa, more than you’ll ever know.” She whispered so quietly that even she could barely hear herself. She placed a tulip, his favorite flower, in his casket, and walked on. The minister stopped her before she could make it out the door.
“Samuel wanted me to give this to you.” He handed her an envelope.
“Thank you sir,” Delilah choked, tears still running down her face, ruining her make-up that took her an hour to put on.
“He always said you were his favorite.”
“I don’t know how I will continue life without him.”
“Just remember, you will see him in heaven one day.”
Delilah walked up to her father who gently put his arm around her.
“What was all that about?” He asked.
“Just some words of encouragement and sympathy,” She answered, not telling him yet about the envelope.
The graveside ceremony was quick; the minister prayed as the casket was lowered into the pit. The family hugged each other. Delilah walked up to Daniel and embraced him for one last time before he and his family would have to fly back to Dallas Texas.
“See you around,” he whispered in her ear. Delilah just grunted, still overcome with grief.
The number of parked cars faded away and Delilah and her family went home.
When Delilah got home she immediately ran upstairs to her room and changed into some jeans and a t-shirt. She debated for a long time before she opened the envelope. She tapped her finger-nails furiously on the tabletop, then she faced her curiosity head on; the letter read:
To my dearest Delilah,
I guess I’m no longer alive, I’m in heaven now, don’t forget you will see me again someday! There is something I never told you. You ever noticed that birthmark on your forearm? There is a reason for that birthmark, something out of this world. Now next time you go see Grandma let her see this note, and ask her for the mirror. It’s difficult to explain. You will find out about it in due time. Wait till the time has come Delly, you will understand it all.
I will always love you, Grandpa.
Delilah cried in grief over the loss of her grandpa, she missed beyond belief. Yet a tinge of curiosity hit her, and she couldn’t wait to see this ‘mirror’ grandpa spoke about. She looked down at her small strangely shaped birthmark, it looked like a sun. Carter made fun of it, every time he pointed it out. Something about it made Delilah afraid of it, scared that everyone would catch sight of it.
She shuffled down the stairs just in time for her mother to call.
“Hey guys, dinner is ready!"
Delilah mumbled throughout dinner, still not mentioning the note.
Chapter 2:
Spoiler
Darkness. That was all Delilah could see in her dream that night, her dream-self screamed in terror. She ran though the darkness with all of her might. Suddenly it was as if she blinked, and she was in hell. Fire and brimstone surrounded her; her skin burnt, eyes felt as if they would melt. A dark, grim beast erupted from the lava. Delilah jumped back, but a mighty force was pushing her closer to the dreadful beast. It had a wolf-like face, cursed with a thousand years of mange, it‘s eyes were blood red. It’s blood-stained fangs dripped with saliva. It’s body was rigid with scales and battle scars, it‘s bat-like wings was rotted. What Delilah was most in awe about was it’s massive size, she was a mere ant compared to it’s mountainous size. Delilah wanted to wake, tried to wake herself up; it was like she was there. It’s large, bird-like talons reach down to her and grabbed her by the throat. Her throat closed up, she tried to breathe, but the monster held it’s grip tight, like a scalpel into flesh. She felt warm liquid begin to ooze down her neck.
Blood! She thought in horror. The monster’s breath smelled like rotten flesh, it heaved in a breath and spoke in an demonic voice.
“I am going to kill you, then I am going to torture your immortal soul.” Saliva sprayed across Delilah’s body, as his talons sunk in deeper.
“W-why?” Delilah spoke, her fight to breathe was becoming harder.
“Because, I will not let you kill me first.” The monster snarled.
Delilah shot out of her bed, gasping for breath. It was such comfort, air was. She thought to herself. She pushed the covers off of her body and rushed into her bathroom. Her reflection startled her. Her neck was bright red, stained in blood, yet the blood was seeming to disappear like a magic trick. Steadily the blood traveled upwards, back into the deep cuts in her neck, slowly the cuts sealed up too. It was like she was fast healing, scars formed, then vanished too. Delilah wet a small towel and washed her face, Tears fell down her face, she had never experienced such fear in all her life. Her hands trembled like an earthquake. She crawled back into bed, pulled the covers around her, she glanced up at the clock, six-thirty. A sense of comfort washed over her, knowing that the sun would soon rise, and the new day would begin.
She tossed and turned for the next two hours, Delilah could not get the picture of the monster out of her head. The alarm on her clock startled her, though she was wide awake. She pushed the covers off of her, and trotted down the stairs, into the kitchen and ate breakfast. She got dressed for church, and ran back down the stairs into the living room, where her father and brother were waiting.
“Mom isn’t ready yet?” She asked, as she sat on the couch.
“Just about.” Her father, Franklin replied.
Soon her mother came out of the bathroom, dressed in Sunday’s best.
Blood! She thought in horror. The monster’s breath smelled like rotten flesh, it heaved in a breath and spoke in an demonic voice.
“I am going to kill you, then I am going to torture your immortal soul.” Saliva sprayed across Delilah’s body, as his talons sunk in deeper.
“W-why?” Delilah spoke, her fight to breathe was becoming harder.
“Because, I will not let you kill me first.” The monster snarled.
Delilah shot out of her bed, gasping for breath. It was such comfort, air was. She thought to herself. She pushed the covers off of her body and rushed into her bathroom. Her reflection startled her. Her neck was bright red, stained in blood, yet the blood was seeming to disappear like a magic trick. Steadily the blood traveled upwards, back into the deep cuts in her neck, slowly the cuts sealed up too. It was like she was fast healing, scars formed, then vanished too. Delilah wet a small towel and washed her face, Tears fell down her face, she had never experienced such fear in all her life. Her hands trembled like an earthquake. She crawled back into bed, pulled the covers around her, she glanced up at the clock, six-thirty. A sense of comfort washed over her, knowing that the sun would soon rise, and the new day would begin.
She tossed and turned for the next two hours, Delilah could not get the picture of the monster out of her head. The alarm on her clock startled her, though she was wide awake. She pushed the covers off of her, and trotted down the stairs, into the kitchen and ate breakfast. She got dressed for church, and ran back down the stairs into the living room, where her father and brother were waiting.
“Mom isn’t ready yet?” She asked, as she sat on the couch.
“Just about.” Her father, Franklin replied.
Soon her mother came out of the bathroom, dressed in Sunday’s best.
Chapter 3:
Spoiler
After church, it was a tradition in the Shayne house to have lunch at grandma and grandpa’s house. The pains of grandpa’s death draped the old home like a cloud. Grandma Rose, Delilah and Chloe was fixing spaghetti in the kitchen, Carter and Franklin was watching ESPN in the family room. Delilah still had not mentioned the note to Grandma, she wanted to wait until after everyone had eaten their meal.
After everyone was full, Delilah and her grandmother were washing the dishes.
“Hey Grandma?” She inquired.
“Yes dear?” Her grandmother responded.
“Grandpa… He wrote me a note before he died.” Delilah said as she handed her the note. Rose read it, a look of shock appeared across her face.
“The mirror? Well, it is upstairs in the attic, Franklin and Carter can go get it if you want them too.”
“Please?” Delilah begged.
The men slowly came down the attic, a very large mirror in their arms. It stood about six foot tall, and two and a half feet wide. It looked old and worn out, it’s trim was hand carved, magnificent to look at, but something about it attracted Delilah to it, like metal to a magnet. Something she just quite could not put her finger on.
When the family went home later that day, Delilah and Carter carried the mirror up into her room, while they was going up the stairs, the glass separated from the backing, revealing an old worn piece of paper. Delilah swiped the paper from the floor and stuffed it in her pocket. They sat the mirror in the corner of her room, being careful not to break the glass.
“Buzz off.” Delilah shooed. Carter mumbled something under his breath as he walked out.
Delilah admired her reflection, running her hands through her long blonde hair. Thoughts of her grandfather flooded her, swarming like bees to fresh blossoms. Thoughts of the previous week made her head spin. First, she found out that her now ex-boyfriend Johnny, was cheating on her, to make things worse, he was cheating with Delilah’s best friend, Katy. Second, on the last day of school, Wednesday, her car broke down on the way, making her late for Chemistry finals. Then on Thursday, Her grandfather died. It was as if the world was against her. She sighed, and pulled the letter out of her pocket, all she could understand was a large sun, the same as on her forearm, was at the bottom left corner. The rest of the note was in a language she didn’t recognize. She shrugged and looked back at her reflection, she let out a small scream of fear, for her reflection showed the same marks that was left by the evil creature. She rubbed her eyes, trying to push the image out. When she looked again, the marks were gone.
It was just a dream… that’s all. She thought to herself, body quivering in terror.
“What was that?” Delilah’s mother called from her door.
“Nothing mom.”
“I thought I heard you scream.”
“I just stubbed my toe.” Delilah lied.
“Ouch.” Her mother said as she closed the door.
After everyone was full, Delilah and her grandmother were washing the dishes.
“Hey Grandma?” She inquired.
“Yes dear?” Her grandmother responded.
“Grandpa… He wrote me a note before he died.” Delilah said as she handed her the note. Rose read it, a look of shock appeared across her face.
“The mirror? Well, it is upstairs in the attic, Franklin and Carter can go get it if you want them too.”
“Please?” Delilah begged.
The men slowly came down the attic, a very large mirror in their arms. It stood about six foot tall, and two and a half feet wide. It looked old and worn out, it’s trim was hand carved, magnificent to look at, but something about it attracted Delilah to it, like metal to a magnet. Something she just quite could not put her finger on.
When the family went home later that day, Delilah and Carter carried the mirror up into her room, while they was going up the stairs, the glass separated from the backing, revealing an old worn piece of paper. Delilah swiped the paper from the floor and stuffed it in her pocket. They sat the mirror in the corner of her room, being careful not to break the glass.
“Buzz off.” Delilah shooed. Carter mumbled something under his breath as he walked out.
Delilah admired her reflection, running her hands through her long blonde hair. Thoughts of her grandfather flooded her, swarming like bees to fresh blossoms. Thoughts of the previous week made her head spin. First, she found out that her now ex-boyfriend Johnny, was cheating on her, to make things worse, he was cheating with Delilah’s best friend, Katy. Second, on the last day of school, Wednesday, her car broke down on the way, making her late for Chemistry finals. Then on Thursday, Her grandfather died. It was as if the world was against her. She sighed, and pulled the letter out of her pocket, all she could understand was a large sun, the same as on her forearm, was at the bottom left corner. The rest of the note was in a language she didn’t recognize. She shrugged and looked back at her reflection, she let out a small scream of fear, for her reflection showed the same marks that was left by the evil creature. She rubbed her eyes, trying to push the image out. When she looked again, the marks were gone.
It was just a dream… that’s all. She thought to herself, body quivering in terror.
“What was that?” Delilah’s mother called from her door.
“Nothing mom.”
“I thought I heard you scream.”
“I just stubbed my toe.” Delilah lied.
“Ouch.” Her mother said as she closed the door.
It would be hard, living without him; he was the only person she could 
Try, "ever" which clearly states that he is gone from this world forever.
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The minister stopped her before she could make it out the door. 
