Mirror of Lost Souls (Part 2) (standard:horror, 2702 words) [2/3] show all parts
Author: kissofthehungry	Added: May 23 2006	Views/Reads: 2486/1899	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A new family moves into town, so Jenny and her friends go to get to know them. Once in the attic of the cursed house, playing a children's game, they unleash the demons.

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"Okay," she nodded sleepily, "What about Krista?  I bet she'd like to
come.  Oh, and Billy Ray, he'd be a good person to introduce." 

"Man, our new neighbors are gone be bombarded by a ton of teenagers. 
Sounds like fun to me.  Hurry up and get dressed, your momma made us 
all panacakes," she shook her again just to be sure then left the room. 
 Jenny soon joined them and found that all of her siblings were going.  
Rooster and Anna wanted to meet the new neighbors and Will wanted to 
come along for he and Max were the same age.  Will was only ten years 
old, he'd been a surprise baby, which made him the perfect playmate for 
Max, Cordelia's surprise baby brother. 

By the time they reached the Kdowskis, their group had grown enormous. 
They looked like an army on bikes.  Jackie's little sister, Shelia, had 
come too as she had a small crush on Will and wanted to go anywhere 
that he did.  The Kdowskis house was a two story farmhouse mansion, 
they'd been quite rich as apparently it's new occupants were.  When 
they knocked upon the door, they were greeted by a pinched nose maid 
who ushered them into the sitting room.  There was air conditioning and 
ceiling fans and the furniture was expensive enough to make them all 
uncomfortable. 

"I bet the stuff in this room alone is worth our house," Rooster mumbled
and they all chuckled nervously.  At that moment, a set of twins 
appeared in the doorway.  They were exactly the same height, both with 
white blonde hair, icy gray eyes, freckles across their cheeks and 
noses, little heart shaped mouths and the same skinny body type. The 
girl was dressed in light blue sweater and plaid skirt with white knee 
high socks and black leather shoes.  Her blonde hair was held from her 
face by a blue ribbon and tiny diamond dangles hung from her ears.  Her 
brother wore a matching blue sweater, plaid pants, and black leather 
shoes.  They looked eerily perfect and at home among the splendors of 
their new home. 

"Hello, I am Florence and this is my brother, Gregory.  Welcome to our
humble home, I trust you have been made comfortable," her voice was as 
icy as her eyes but there was an excitement in it too.  It was as if 
she hadn't ever seen so many children in her home. 

Rooster was the first to speak, "Uh yeah, we have.  I'm Rooster." With
that, he introduced everyone in the group then added, "We thought we'd 
meet the new neighbors and see if you knew about this house." 

The twins looked at each other, then Gregory spoke in a surprisingly
deep voice, "Knew what about this house?" 

Cordelia piped up, "About the murders that happened here and the
mirror." 

"What murders?  Are you trying to scare us because we are new? If so,
that's not very kind as we have tried to be very hospitable and welcome 
you here," Florence's voice now carried fire. 

Jenny quickly interrupted, "We're not trying to scare you.  We thought
you should know about this house.  There were murders, thirteen of 
them, and there's supposed to be a black mirror in this house 
somewhere."  A chilling silence descended upon the group and it seemed 
as if something creaked in the ceiling above them. 

"A black mirror?" Gregory was flabbergasted, "If there'd been a black
mirror, we would have seen it." 

"Have you been in the basement?" Jackie wanted to know excitedly. 

"Of course we've been in the basment.  It's our house, surely you don't
think we're so daft that we would have missed a black mirror?" Gregory 
questioned, eyeing Jackie boldly. 

"Well, what about the attic?" Rooster asked, his voice carrying an
ominous note. 

"The attic?" Florence inquired, "I didn't know this house had an attic."
 There was something in her voice that said she was afraid of such 
places as attics but it seemd as if only Jenny noticed. 

"Yes, all the houses out here have attics for storage.  Do you have a
hall closet upstairs?" he wanted to know and she nodded, "Well, let's 
check it out, shall we?"  The twins looked at each other, an unspoken 
message passing between them, then they rose and gestured to the group 
to follow them.  When they reached the closet door, Rooster showed them 
the door in the back of the closet and they all trumped up the stairs 
into the attic.  It was dark and dusty but he had came prepared with a 
flashlight in hand. 

"I didn't know about this," there was definitely fear in her voice now,
unmistakeable to anyone but still no one acknowledged it.  Rooster cast 
the beam of the flashlight about and it landed upon a large, sheet 
covered object.  There were cobwebs clingign to it's surface and the 
white sheet was now discolored to a dull gray. 

"What is that?" Billy Ray questioned, standing close to Anna, as if
hoping to save her from a swoon. 

"Don't know, let's take a peek," Rooster grinned and strode over. 

"Maybe we shouldn't," Jackie piped up and Krista added, "Rooster, don't.
 Let's just leave it be.  It's dark up here and there's obviously 
spiders." 

Rooster only laughed, "You're not afraid, are you?  If it's a mirror,
it's only a mirror.  Nothin' to be afraid of."  With that, he pulled 
off the sheet and when the dust settled, they all gasped in surprise.  
It was a black mirror with an ebony frame carved intricately with 
horrific monsters torturing humans and animals. 

"Oh my gawd," Rebecca moaned, "It exists." 

"What is it?" Gregory was fascinated, strolling over and running his
fingers along the carvings, his eyes lit up with awe. 

"Do you want to hear the tale?" Rooster inquired and he nodded
furiously. 

"Twenty years ago, there was a couple who moved in here with their son. 
There was Natalia, Christoph, and their son, Mikel.  Soon after they 
moved in, the body of a young girl was found stabbed then pagan symbols 
were carved into her flesh.  No one had any idea who it was, then they 
found a young man with similar wounds. 

Now everyone was in a tizzy, but there was still no hints as to who it
was.  One by one, more teens were found, all stabbed in then carved up. 
 The son, Mikel, brought home his girlfriend one day to meet his 
parents.  She met them all right, they stabbed them both for their 
satanic ritual.  Then Christoph killed Natalia and hung himself.  It 
was believed from translations of a book found in the house, that they 
did it all in the belief that they would be immortal.  It is said that 
their souls are trapped in this mirror here and that if you chant five 
times "black mirror, black mirror, release the souls that you keep", 
they will be released." 

"That sounds like an enchanting fairy tale but that's it, nothing more,"
Gregory scoffed, still examining the fearsome frame of the mirror. 

"If that's true, let's all chant it," Rooster dared and Gregory turned
to face him, a hard look upon his face. 

"Rooster, don't.  Let's just go back downstairs," Jenny begged, that
cold feeling of fear creeping into her belly. 

"No, I think we should do it," Gregory coldly announced, "Prove it's
just a silly urban legend spread by a bunch of backwood hics." 

"Hey," Billy Ray spoke, "Screw you too." 

Florence took her brother's side, even though it was obvious she was
terrified, "Let's do it.  It's just a game." 

"I don't want to," Max whimpered but Cordelia comfortingly said, "Let's
do it and you'll see there's nothing to be afraid of."  Apparently 
Cordelia was all it took to seal the deal and they surrounded the black 
mirror. 

Gregory and Rooster stared defiantly at each other then started the
chant together, the rest joining in, "Black mirror, black mirror, 
release the souls you keep."  Again and again, they repeated the lines 
until they were spoken five times.  There was tension in the air as 
they all waited for something, anything to happen, but there was 
nothing. 

"I told you that it was an urban legend," Gregory laughed triumphantly. 
Jenny actually felt disappointed, it was almost a let down that nothing 
had happened even though she hadn't really thought anything would. 

"Yeah, whatever," Rooster glared at him then decided, "It's late, we
should all be heading back home."  As they were leaving, Jenny heard 
the pinch nosed maid telling the twins that their parents had to leave 
town for a while but if they wanted, they may stay in the hotel with 
them for the night before they left.  Then the door shut and they were 
headed back home. 

When they did get home, Rooster fumed about Gregory and his uppety ways.
 He raved on and on about what a little prick he was and how if he kept 
holding his nose so high in the air, a bird was gonna take a dump down 
it.  Will wasn't there to be amused by the situation, he'd stayed the 
night with Max but Anna and Jenny were laughing at Rooster behind his 
back together.  Everytime he looked at them, they stifled their 
laughter and were somber faced in agreement then he'd turn away and 
they'd be smothering giggles. 

When Jenny went to sleep that night, she went to sleep thinking of the
hideous black mirror and as such, it tormented her dreams.  She was 
before it again, the other children with her, but there was something 
different. The mirror seemed to be dripping with something, it almost 
looked like blood.  There were figures dancing inside, getting closer. 

Suddenly a woman stepped out, an impossibly beautiful woman.  Her skin
was deathly white and her hair, straight, long black hair that hung 
beneath her butt.  It was her eyes that were most intriguing, dark 
pools of inky blackness that refused to break their gaze with Jenny.  
She wore tight black pants with a busty black corset top, boots, and 
gloves with the fingertips cut off.  Long silver earings jingled like 
wind chimes from her ears and there was a silver symbol strung about 
her neck. 

"Jenny," the woman breathed, leaning towards her, "My life essence." 
Her friends did not seem to see the woman, but instead were still 
focused upon the mirror.  There were more coming and she knew that they 
were as dangerous as this woman. 

The woman whispered, "I will find you."  Her voice was heavily accented,
almost difficult to understand but she knew exactly what she was 
implying.  Other figures stepped out of the mirror, young women and men 
as beautiful as the woman before her, distracting Jenny. 

When she turned her gaze back to the woman, she had pulled out a cruel
blade and drug the tip across her finger then raised it at Jenny, " I 
will find you and take what is mine."  Then she lunged and Jenny 
screamed, waking herself up from the dark dream.  She was back in the 
comforts of her room but it did little to console her or soothe the 
chills that wracked her body.  Somehow, she didn't believe the dream 
was merely a figment of her imagination, she believed the woman to be 
real. 

The farmer had just finished with the last of his hay bales when he
heard something behind him.  Quickly he turned to see thirteen figures 
approaching beneath the full moon, all dressed in black.  Fear stabbed 
through him, somehow he knew that they were evil and he fled for his 
house to retrieve his shotgun.  Whatever they wanted, they'd have to 
take it from his cold, dead body.


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