“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” I joked as I brushed my hair, looking into my scratched mirror. I had just got home from a long day of boring school! My little sister would always say that to my mirror and then run out crying. As I did my makeup, I blinked into my mascara but my own reflection didn’t blink too. Shocked, I stared at myself. It laughed and my sister was standing behind me. I turned around to look at her bloodshot eyes and rosy cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” I asked

“Don’t look away!” She screamed.

The reflections had vanished but then I saw them out of my window, me and my little sister with numb faces. They (or we) were just standing near the front door emotionless. Staring at nothing but thin air.

“What’s going on??” I said, panicked.

“Mother knows. All you have to do is break the mirror or dent it or scratch it, i don’t know! And then they will stop looking at you and you won’t have to look at them, until they get to you!!”

I stared at them.

“I’m so confused…”

“I was scared when it started. We need to destroy the mirror.” She said while looking out of the window at your reflections.

“I’ll look away and you…I don’t know. Be a help and call mom.”

I walked over to my hairbrush and banged on the glass. Not a scratch, it was invincible! I heard the front door open but I knew it wasn’t mom or dad, it was us (or them) . I found a fork and scratched the glass finally! I felt cold air all around me and my sister bursted out in tears. I ran up to her and hugged her tightly.

Later that day, I dumped that mirror into a large bin, never to be used again.

Hopefully…