The nails clawed frantically until they gave up and the sound could be heard of hands rubbing themselves together as though they were cold.
The girl in the mirror looked out despairingly 'I can't keep this up' she cried 'they'll unfreeze eventually and all will be lost'. Tears streaked her
face as she explained that it was only the cold that kept her tormentors at bay. The cold and the locked room which had been her sanctuary.
'We didn't know' protested the girls. 'We thought this was just a creepy old room'.
The Reflection glared out of the mirror at them 'The room has always been 'creepy' enough to deter visitors up until now'.
'Oh, come on you can't have expected to stay safe in here forever. Someone would have opened the door eventually'.
The Reflection appeared to resign herself to this. After all, she'd been imprisoned in here during far more superstitious times and couldn't have
bargained for the more 'enlightened' attitudes that pervaded the modern world.
The frozen shriek seemed to go up an octave and waver a bit.
'Oo-er, it's thawing out'... 'It can't harm us can it?'... 'It could split our bloody ear drums. Is that harm enough for you?'
The girl approached the mirror 'Is there something we can do to put things right?' she asked.
The Reflection sobbed 'If only you could, but there's nothing. They'll claw away at this mirror until it falls in shards onto the floor. When that
happens I'll be reflected in each tiny piece and my suffering and loneliness will be multiplied a myriad times'.
The girl looked around to beseech her friends for help or some ideas but found herself alone in the room. Unaccountably the light went out. She stared
into the blackness of the mirror only just being able to make out herself and the Reflection.
The shrieking started to resume its normal pitch and flew around the room. It sounded as if it was bouncing off the walls.
The Reflection looked ever more terrified as the scratching continued. The girl, too, found herself in a such a state of terror that she felt she'd
She had to duck a few times as the shriek surrounded her and tried to nudge her. It was insistent and seemed more interested in her than in the
It was almost a relief when the clawing at the mirror finally yielded a result and a large crack appeared. The Reflection doubled. The mirror cracked
again and yet again until, just as she had foretold, it was in splinters on the floor.
The girl squinted in the darkness, anxious to see if the Reflection was indeed reflected in all the pieces.
Unaccountably, the light went on and the girl looked at the Reflection's defeated and accusing image staring up at her dozens and dozens of times.
The shrieking had stopped as had the clawing and the girl expected to find herself alone in the room. Not so... she felt warm breath around her ankles
and heard a small shuffle behind her.
Hardly daring to look she turned around and was confronted by a rather grateful, if exhausted and old-fashioned, young man. She looked down at the
insistent warm breath that still beset her ankles and saw a smallish dog. Now he had her attention he wagged his tail and appeared to ask for
'He's looking for his ball. Heeere, boy' and the man threw a ball for the dog. The dog raced off to fetch it and brought it straight back to the girl
asking her to throw it for him.
'Oh he'll have you at it all day if you let him. He was his Mum's downfall'.
'Well, all she wanted was a bit of peace and all he wanted was to play. So there was sort of a conflict of interests'.
'Well, she's a Witch but sometimes she really ought to read her spells more carefully. This wasn't the first one to go wrong'.
'The spell was supposed to give her a safe place she could pop off to when she wanted to escape the dog. I didn't realise she wanted a safe place from
me, too. I dunno what happened but she ended up imprisoning herself in the mirror and turning me and the dog into some sort of ghosts... or other.
We've been stuck in the Astral Planes with nothing to do but play bloody ball for god knows how long. He's been as happy as Larry'.
The girl gathered herself 'You do know that you haven't freed her, I suppose? See all those shards on the floor – well she's imprisoned in each one
of them. Suffering many times more in each reflection'.
The man looked down at his former love who was glaring at him dozens of times and surely would have killed him if she could. The girl half expected
one of the shards to leap straight off the floor and aim straight for his heart.
'Well' he said rubbing his chin 'is that so? Hmmmphhh, serve her right. Miserable sod should have appreciated us more when she had the chance'.
He looked down at the dog 'Come on, boy. Let's find some of those girls for you to play with. Give your old Dad a break'.
Elias finished the story with a flourish and was gratified to see that he'd had the rapt attention of all his audience, most of whom were looking
suitably monstrous and scary in accordance with their prank. The exception was the smallest one who was round eyed and squirming on his seat.
'Well, young man. Did that frighten you?' Elias asked him with a smile.
'Yes... yes it did but now I want a weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' responded the little one and, to his great amazement, the child launched himself
towards Elias's throat baring small, sharp fangs as he did so.
The older kids looked on with a mixture of approval and alarm. 'Go easy'... 'Oh no, don't eat him all'... 'Save some for us will you?'... 'Bugger, too
late. He's scoffed the bloody lot'.
'Not quite all of him' said Marcus 'there's a finger over here. We'll save that for Ma, it'll have to do her. Pa will have to go hungry again'.
'We didn't think this through, did we? said Priscilla 'being scared witless certainly works up the appetite but we really didn't allow for Samuel
being such a little pig'.
The kids all looked daggers at Samuel who responded with a loud Buuuuuuuuuurp.
'Priscilla,I really do need a wee now. I just don't have enough room inside for a full bladder and Elias'.
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