Written by Margarita Morgan
August 31, 2014
Describing a scenario where all mirrors are gone one morning is a scary task that brings out a side of nightmares that hunt my nights. If I woke up to a world like that, I would run and hide under a rock because I can imagine the evil that lurks behind mirrors and if they are gone, it means that this evil is upon us.
The thought of disappearing mirrors alone is giving me anxiety. I don’t like them . . . they seem like evil windows to alternate dimensions where dark creatures watch our every move waiting for the right time to posses our minds. I’m even afraid to look at them in the dark. As I pass in front of their reflections, I get shivers because I can hear in my mind, distant wild cries that call me release their suffering, but whatever they are, they are not our friends, they are always watching, they are everywhere. While I don’t feel that all mirrors are trans-dimensional windows, if feels like the more there are, the more opportunity there is for the other side to observe us.
Just try and look at a mirror in the dead of night with out feeling that something is going to come out of it to hurt you. Try and put your hand to it without recoiling at the thought that someone is going to grab it. Don’t you ever feel that if you touch a mirror in the right moment, that your hand could pass through? I avoid looking at mirrors in the dark because I believe that I can see things through them that are not a reflection and what I can see is frightening.
I remember stories that my grandfather used to tell about the visitors that my family has had for generations. Those visitors, he used to say, were from the other verse. I always thought that he liked to tell stories just for the fun of frightening us, but as I grew up, I understood what he was talking about. He died without passing on all of the stories and I don’t know how to contact them like he did without being possessed by them, but I can tell that the thread between their world and ours is very thin and I do feel their call. If they get through, according to the stories, they closed the door to the other side and the mirror disappears. . .
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