It must have been her imagination
It couldn't be real, could it?
Lucy doubted herself
What she had just seen could simply be believed
Her skin crawled as ripples of imaginary fingers
shot up her back and neck
Instantly, her mind raced back to rewind when grandma died
Among the few covet possessions she'd left behind,
Was an old hand held mirror
However, this was no ordinary heirloom
although the mirror was crusted with age
Even an armature appraisal
Could deduce that the ornate mirror was once quite beautiful
But this was not the reason Lucy's grandmother coveted the old mirror
"That mirror will show you you're sweet reflection little Lucy"
"And Your imperfections"
her grandmother would say
"but if you look closer"
"It will show you much more"
Lucy's grandmother was always a bit... creepy
With her quivering cackle of a laugh that could peel the skin off
and how her skin looked like aged, rotting paper
Sometimes, Lucy just, didn't know when to believe grandma
or dismiss what she just heard as just another one of Grandma's crazy stories
Lucy remembered the first time she held the mirror
She recalled It's clearness,
It's clarity
despite being so old
She remembered seeing her reflection
Her little nose, soft and pointy like her mothers
Her mouth and lips, small thin and pink
and her overly large ocean blue eyes
Sparkling like fireworks
when the light hit them right
but there was nothing out of the ordinary
staring back at her that she hadn't seen before
that is until, tonight.
As Lucy prepared for bed,
She felt compelled to brush her hair one last time
She would hate to wake up with knots in her hair
Her tiring eyes scanned the dresser
before resting one her grandmothers old mirror
Lucy moved closer to pick up the relic
Then, she hesitated
Because for the breifest moment
She swore she saw a face in the mirror
staring back at her
inside her
She rubbed her eyes in fearful disbelief
Her eyes hastaly refocused
The face apeared again
Startled, Lucy threw the mirror on the bed
It couldn't be real she thought
She gathered her nerve, and approached the bed were the mirror lay
She cautiously picked up the old relic
The face reapeared
But this time, Lucy held fast to the mirror's handle
The face in the mirror looked eerily like her grandmother's
But diferent
No
It was lucy
She was sure of it
But, somehow, something was different
She quickly noticed, the lucy in the mirror
her eyes were missing
The sockets were completly black
like an empty void
Lucy moved the mirror around
examining the strange reflection
The empty sockets quietly clicked
As the muscles of the eyeless holes
kept there focus on her
as she moved the mirror around
Tick
tick
It couldn't be real, could it?
Lucy's grandmother warbled voice rang in her ears
where her eyes playing tricks on her?
She told herself it was a vivid imagination
She just, needed sleep
But to be sure
She peered into the mirror once again
Staring deeply
Into the vacant eyes of this, other Lucy
She became lost in it's eyeless glare
The constant clicking tendons
tick
Tick
It was rythmic
She became so lost
That she hadn't even realised
That her own, big blue eyes
sparkles and all
had completely shut tight
She had been too afraid to look
Lucy finally felt the sensation
Her eyes had been shut the whole entire time she held the mirror
She must have imagined that horrible eyeless version of herself
But her relief was short lived
For when little Lucy tried to open her eyes
She found them to be already open
Yet inside of peering into her own soft blue ocean like eyes
She felt the sickening click
Of her own vacant eyesockets
Trying desperately to focus
A pretty, young girl
Staring there back at lucy
from the mirror
Her frozen look of sheer terror on her face
Where the only sound heard
Coming from her empty eye sockets
Tick