Mirror Mirror

Tabitha was always fond of the perfection that is reflective paigned glass. Large, or small. Old, or new. Wooden, or plastic. She wasn't discriminative against the differences, because she was more so fascinated by the reflections. The teenager was drawn to reflections of all sorts other than her own. Chalk it up to curiosity, or deem as nothing short of vanity. This obsession was on a steady downward spiral into madness. She had chosen specific mirrors for each, and every room. Dissatisfied with only one mirror, Tabitha sought to double them all. However, to her dismay, her mother would always say, "No way, Tabitha Shay." But Tabitha refused listen. She sought to create her perfect room. MIrrors adorn on each of the four walls. Her mother had warned her against this, but she was so enamoured that she easily dismissed her mother's silly superstitions. The infinity mirror effect was something to be admired, like a fun house full of mirrors. Fun. Eclectic. By no means an unnecessary evil. She refused to believe that having more than one mirror could generate an actual portal. Mirrors were a thing of beauty and entrancement, not superstition and spirits. Or so she thought. One day Tabitha went to a local thrift store to check out the new arrivals of used items. There were abundant amounts of nicknacks, clothes, and boxes of books. Some side tables, an old television set, some curtains, and even an old grandfather clock. She was excited to see all the berried treasures. Touching everything ever so gently. "Please, don't touch objects that are antique or made of glass," an older woman groaned in a gruff smokey voice. Tabitha rolled her green eyes in annoyance. "Ugh, whatever," she grumbled. She was just about to leave when something reflective caught the corner of her eye. Immediately, she darted towards this object. It was half way obscured by old gaudy paintings. Tabitha gently pulled out the reflective material. Mezmorized, the young teenager took her fingers and traced every inch of it's old frame. The mirror was uniquely shaped. It's frame was an old dark wood adorn with a small amount of dark emerald tiles. There was two diamond mirrors stuck together on the back. Which was quite odd, but she wouldn't see that side anyhow. The pink sticker on the back had indicated that this item was $15. To Tabitha's dismay she was five dollars short. She begged and pleaded for the woman to bargain on the price. Even going so far as to offer to help move boxes. The grumpy old lady would just huff and puff on her half smoked cigarette. A mirror this special was hard to come by. A once in a lifetime chance. A woman behind Tabitha decided to make a counter offer, "Five dollars for your necklace?" Tabitha looked down at her necklace. It was just a simple 'T' shaped necklace. She took the necklace off and handed it to the woman in exchange for five dollars. Tabitha excitedly grabbed the mirror and proceeded to the counter to pay. Once she paid for the mirror the grumpy lady offered one last piece of advice, "Be weary of the infinity mirror. It will drive you mad and steal your soul." Tabitha scoffed at the woman's advice. She's heard this before. She gently gripped the mirror with both hands and gently placed it into the passenger seat of her car. She had it with the side she adored facing down. Now all that can be seen is the wooden frame with the oddly placed mirrors. The glare suddenly became so bright it blinded her. So she decided to put the mirror in the backseat. As she was driving home there was a sudden cracking noise that startled her greatly. She swung around to see that the mirrors were cracking. "This better not break, or I'm going to that old hag to get my money back," Tabitha mumbled to herself. "Take it back!" A deep woman's voice whispered eerily. Confused Tabitha looked around for the source of the noise. "TAKE IT BACK," the voice whispered even more loudly. "Take it back! Take it back! TAKE...IT...BACK," the voice repeated harshly. There was a brief period her eyes weren't focused on the road, and it was in that split decision that Tabitha had ignored a red light. There was a loud crashing noise and screeching of tires. The sound of glass breaking, and metal crunching could be heard from blocks away as her car was sideswiped by a larger pickup truck. When she opened her eyes she saw her mother screaming. Panic stricken and yelling at the nurse. She tried to sit up but she noticed something was horribly wrong. Tabitha wasn't in her body. There was a small shard of red stained glass in a forensics bag on the table. The officer came in to collect the evidence. A shard that had fatally injured a sixteen year old girl. The shard was from none other than the mirror she had purchased. It had shattered into multiple pieces as it was thrown across the dashboard- then smacked right the young girls face and impaling her neck. This was all that was left. As he carried the shard away Tabitha felt as if she was being pulled away. She shouted and screamed but no one could hear her. Tabitha was sucked into the shard of glass as the officer whisked her away. She screamed again only this time the officer could hear her. He frantically starred at the shard that was vibrating. In this shard he saw the reflection of the dead girl. Her eyes were bleeding and she had cuts deeply imbedded into her face. Blood gushed out the open wound that spread quickly across her neck. The man dropped the bag as it shattered into pieces. He began clutching his chest and gasping for air. Slowly the officer stumbled backwards toppling over onto the concrete floor. The man awoke to see the girl standing over him with her arm stretched out. They both franticly started screaming, "Help us! Somebody! Help us, please," they pleaded. A nurse stumbled across the officers body and started screaming. The young girl and the man were waving their arms franticly. The female nurse caught a glimpse of their reflections. The woman was terrified, and had retreated. Screaming all down the hallway,