"Lisa, please don't look in the mirror. Please." "Why not?" I snapped. "What is a mirror going to do to me?" "Lisa, its illegal, and you've heard the stories about the people that looked in mirrors. They're crazy, or they're dead!" "That's a story, Sal," I said scornfully. "Nothing will happen." "Have you heard the best one?" She asked. "Fine," I grumbled. Sal started her story.
"It was a late night in the winter and a little girl was going to look at her reflexion. She had searched for weeks for a mirror, and had finally found one underneath the bathroom sink, hidden way at the back. She covered the mirror with her hands and crept back to her room, quiet as a mouse. She slid into her closet and turned on the small light. She looked into the mirror, and she saw her true self in the reflexion. 'No,' the girl whispered, her long red hair falling in her face. 'No. This isn't me. I'm not like this. I can't be like this, NO!" She screamed. Her reflexion looked up at her sadly. The girl started to sob. She ran out of the closet and hid in her bed, pulling the covers up over her head. She didn't sleep. The next night, she didn't sleep again, only sat in her bed and rocked slowly back in forth, whispering to herself. "Notmenotmeimnotlikethatnonononotmenotme," only a stream of gibberish coming out of her mouth. She went back in the closet. The mirror still lay on the ground. She picked it up and smashed it on the ground. "You can't hurt me," she whispered.
She didn't sleep the next night either, only lay in her bed, whispering to herself. She went back into the closet and looked down at what had been mirror shards the night before. It was a perfect mirror yet again. She looked down at her reflexion. Her reflexion looked up at her. It held out a knife, ever so sadly. 'I'm sorry,' it whispered. 'This is the only way to end the pain.' The girl touched the mirror. The surface was like water. She could reach through. She grabbed the knife that lay within the mirror. The next day, the girl was found within her closet, dead. Next to the wall, written in blood, were the words 'DON'T LOOK IN THE MIRRORS.' The mirror lying next to her was shattered.
"That is the most idiotic thing I've ever heard," I said, snorting. I was a little worried, but I wasn't going to let Sal see that. "Its true," she whispered. "Her name was Natalie. They proved she killed herself." "You idiot. You don't really believe that stupid story, do you?" "Its true!" "You can't stop me," I said, turning and walking out of the coffee shop. "Its your life," I heard Sal mutter as I walked out of the room. I searched for hours for a mirror in my house. I finally found one stuck in a storage container in our basement. It had probably been there since the ban started. I climbed upstairs and sat in the centre of my room. I waited until it was dark-it was creepier that way. I turned on my small ceiling light. I looked down into the mirror.No. Sal had been right. It was my true self. "No," I whispered. That couldn't be me. It just couldn't. Oh my god, Sal had been right. I couldn't take it. End it, I thought at my reflexion. Please end it. End my life. I couldn't take the knowledge of who I really was. The thing-me-on the other side of the mirror looked up at me. It held out a knife, smiling. I touched the surface of the mirror, and my hand went through it like it was water. The figure emerged from the mirror and smiled at me. "Do you choose death or madness? They are two equal choices." She held a knife and a mirror. I stood, my hand shaking. I picked up the knife. The figure vanished. I plunged the knife into my chest. As I died, I wrote on the floor. Don't look in the mirrors.
Sal ran up the stairs. "Lisa!" She yelled. "Lisa!" She ran into Lisa's bedroom. She saw Lisa's body lying there, face up, a shattered mirror next to her. Something was written in blood next to her, but as I approached, a silver, half-formed spirit rose out of the body. "Why didn't you save me?" Lisa asked. "I-I-I was just coming up the stairs-I was going to help you-" "You should have stopped me!" The ghost Lisa yelled. "I tried to! You wouldn't listen!" The ghost Lisa wailed and flew at Sal, wrapping her hands around the smaller girls' throat. She held on until the life trickled out of Sal. The two ghosts then departed the house and their original bodies.
"I don't get how this happened," the inspector said. "No one does," the police sargent said. "How are we supposed to solve this case? It looks like a homicide and a suicide in the same room," the inspector grumbled. "Don't worry about it. One case goes unsolved." "But if I solved this case, I would be famous! Solving the mirror case and a strangling committed by someone who didn't leave any tracks and was wearing gloves...." "Leave it," the police sargent said. "Not even Sherlock Holmes could solve this case. No one could, so leave it." The sargent left. The inspector stayed another minute, looking down at the message, then followed the sargent down the stairs. He remembered the message. Don't look in the mirrors.