You smashed the mirror…

You grab a loose piece of wood from the corner your hands shaking, your vision blurred.

One swing.

The mirror doesn’t just crack. It screams.

Blood, yes, blood seeps from the glass. The cracks widen like open wounds. Annie’s ghostly face twists into something monstrous, her mouth opening far too wide.

“YUH CANNOT DESTROY MI!”

Another swing.

The mirror shatters exploding outward with a deafening screech. The wind in the room dies instantly. The air goes heavy.

You drop the wood, breathing hard.

Then you feel it.

A sharp sting in your hand.

A single mirror shard has embedded itself deep in your palm. You try to pull it out but it vanishes. Disappears beneath your skin.

The mirror is gone.

But a piece of her is still inside you.