It is said that if a soul encounters a mirror shortly after death, that the poor soul will become trapped with in it forever. Well that’s what my grandmother once told me and being the typical teenager I was, rolled my eyes.

That is until right now, as I stand in front of the old 4ft mirror they previous owners left behind. Behind me is the figure of a women, dressed in an old night gown with long black hair to her waist. Her skin is pale and she looks sick, she gives me a small smile before walking off.

I quickly turn around and see nothing behind me except for the piles of boxes I have yet to unpack. Hearing a creaking noise from the mirror I turn again and just as I do it comes falling towards the ground. Quickly catching it I hear a crack, the backing of the mirror comes away and papers fall from behind it.

Gently placing the mirror on the floor I lift the backing carefully retrieve the papers. Slowly opening the first paper I realise it’s actually a bunch of letters. All addressed to my dearest love.