This reminds me of Coraline. Well here we go.
I found myself staring at the tall brown door with the fancy carvings marked into it once again. It’s always been a mystery of what’s behind the door. I’ve gotten so close to opening it, but every time a tug in my stomach stops me. It’s as if something wants me to open it, but then it holds me back when I try to. Whatever it is…
The thing is, nobody else can see this door. I’ve mentioned it to my parents, my siblings, hell, even my animals, and none of them saw the door. They just gave me weird, concerned looks. Who could blame them? Maybe I’m just going insane, or maybe they just are not worthy ( imagine Thor just said that. )
“ Caaaaaaraaaaa “ I hear a voice sing. It’s coming from the door, but it sends chills down my back like it always does. I feel uneasy, glancing around my room to try to find an explanation, but there isn’t one. It’s the door.
I’m home alone. It’s always that case in horror movies. The main character does the most ridiculous, idiotic thing they could do, and the whole audience yells at them. That’s what I find myself doing when I leap off my bed, grasp the handle, and begin to turn it. My stomach churns, and I pause momentarily.
“ Caaaraaa “ The voice swooned again. My heart is pounding harder than it ever has before. I don’t even realize what I’m doing until the door swings open.
A cold breeze of air sweeps through my room. It’s like a winter chill, but even colder. I shiver, but shake it off. I cautiously peer into the dark room. There’s a mirror in the middle of the room. I approach it slowly. My gut is telling me to stop. To turn back. To run. I don’t. Instead, I stand in front of the mirror. It has the same intricate carvings in it as the door, but it seems more…sinister, if that makes any sense.
My reflection looks about the same as it usually does. Red hair, pale skin, freckles—nothing too different. The only difference is that my reflection is moving, but I’m not. Its hand presses against the other side of the mirror, and it nods towards her hand like it’s trying to tell me something.
I shake my head, but find my hand lifting to meet hers. The glass feels cold to the touch. My reflection gives me a long hard stare before her face twists into a demon’s. Her mouth stretches across her whole face when she smiles. Her teeth are sharp and jagged…and bloody.
My reflection laughs, and that’s the last thing I remember as everything went dark. I feel a hand tightly grip my wrist, yanking me into the mirror.