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Hi Everyone. The Mirror returns in a new revised and edited (with some additions) form with a continuation, as well.


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It was about 9:30pm. The watch on my wrist reflected the lights on the ceiling of the elevator, which did its best to keep its ancient monster of a rattling from keeping nervous passengers heading to their various floors from deciding to take the stairs in the future. It needed a purpose just like anything else, after all. Things that are invented for a certain purpose and then forgotten and never used again tend to die a slow and lonely death that may involve rusting, the gathering of mold, or anything else time can throw its way. Despite the thought, though, I had no sympathy for this elevator. It had given everybody in the building way too much trouble.

After it rumbled to a stop at the floor my apartment was on and I had gone through the doors, I had the distinct sensation that something was waiting for me right there in front of me and had indeed been waiting for a long time, but nobody was there. I called out in a nervois voice several times before I fumbled with the keys to my apartment door and managed to step through, locking the door behind me. I was suddenly very paranoid. Apparently, the safe haven from this paranoia was not my apartment this evening, but instead the exact opposite effect was taking hold of me. Somebody or something, was waiting for me and asking for me to do something to solve it's discomfort, but not in so many words. In fact, nothing spoke any words, which was just as well or I would have wondered if I indeed was losing it, but I could feel the strong emotion of need of attention of some kind, nonetheless. I found my way to the bathroom, despite the steady increase of emotional noise in my head. I took the two aspirin with the tap water. As I glanced in the mirror, I was startled to see that the door to the unused bedroom, which I kept closed, appeared to be open. Sharply burned with a sensation of being startled, I quickly jerked my head to look towards the door, but it was clearly closed. Then, in what seem like one motion I glanced back into the mirror to see that the door appeared open again, jerked my head back towards the door to see it closed and then back to the mirror where it was also closed this time. At this point, I was quite dizzy and did not wish to play whatever game my mind had concocted with its favorite mirror to play with me. I was going to head to the couch to lay down.

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I floated unwantingly through the bathroom, whisking by shower curtain on the right with unseen creatures muttering in garbled expressions from behind it and a mirror to my left, and stopping there only a few inches above the ground. I looked up and realized with complete shock that it was not only wide open, but the door itself was missing. Once a door to nothing more than another room in my apartment, it was now a gaping hole in my sacred home. Walls and floorboards creaked and twisted almost to breaking point while a mirror creaked and then shattered somewhere behind me to my left as I was left flowing towards the gaping hole, now seeminly looming at a dizzying and impossible angle below me.


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