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When I looked in the mirror on Monday, I'm sure my reflection blinked at me.
But that's impossible.
Isn't it?
When I looked in the mirror on Tuesday, it stuck out its tongue.
Which was definitely peculiar.
When I looked in the mirror on Wednesday, my reflection was gone.
Was it some sort of trick? They do it with mirrors, my granny used to say.
But then I heard a noise behind me ...
The noise was like a growl I spun around but nothing was behind me. Then I looked in the mirror. There was a plain with fire pits and in the middle was a pure black wolf with blood red eyes. Its teeth were like ivory and looked as sharp as knives and in the wolf’s mouth was an arm. Then the full picture appeared; my family were around the wolf in pieces, murdered, incapacitated with pools of blood.
A knock on the door forced me to look away from the mirror and my gran entered but she had blood on her sleeve. My heart started to pound as I saw the wolf again. Seeing my alarm my gran said “It’s only a small cut, stop over reacting Arya.” I turned to the mirror but all I saw was my reflection smiling at me, no wait, smirking as if it knew something I didn’t. Gran was still watching me. She said “Arya why are you smirking child? Honestly.” I was shocked she could see my reflection. It was gone. In the mirror now was a wardrobe and a knock imitated from the wardrobe. As the door swung open I saw myself but it was like I was a ghost. The ghost was pale and had pearly blue eyes and caramel coloured hair. It’s hand were small with dainty fine nails and had the same amazing outfit on as me. Then it disappeared and me and my gran returned in the mirror.
I saw in the mirror grans face but it was different, gone was the kindness in her jade green eyes. Her mouth was pressed into a cold hard line. Gran saw the reflection of her and gasped and fell to the floor clutching her heart. “Arya, destroy that mirror now.” Gran commanded. I turned to the mirror when the reflection of me in the mirror’s hand reached out and pulled me into the mirror. To the wolf’s waiting jaws. It was so hot here and then I was startled when the wolf laughed. “I have waited a long time for you.” It said as I looked around. I saw no parts of my family but I was in a meadow by a castle. “Welcome to the mirror that shows your future. I am Axiavier your guide in this place your home I am also thought a ghost.” When I looked up what I saw broke my heart into a million pieces…
Rayanne Basley-Cox and Gemma Cawdron, Danum Academy, Doncaster
I saw myself hanging. Dead. My body was oozing with crimson blood. Standing beside my dead body was a person, I couldn’t tell who it was. The mysterious figure turned around. It was Gran! She was holding a silver knife covered in blood, drops of which splashed onto the ground. She stuck the knife into my heart. I dropped to my knees, my eyes filling with tears. My gran had murdered me. I turned around, Axiavier was laughing… an evil laugh, the wolf’s head was thrown back, echoing in this world and the cruel sound was stuck in my head.
Ella, Ria, Siyona and Soraya, Y6, Heathfield School for Girls
Suddenly in fear, I woke up clutching my heart in relief; it had all been a gruesome
nightmare! Lying there, in bed sweating in fear as the Horror in my mind faded
away. I started to worry, where my parents dead? Was my 6 year old brother, Hugo
ok? I looked over at Hugo sleeping soundly in his soft, safe bed. Relief flooded
over me. He was ok! I ran out of the door waking Hugo up in the process. Across
the landing. I flung open the door and ran into the darkness. As my eyes adjusted
to the dark, I found the light switch and turned on the bright light to wake my tired
parents ……….
Jonny & Vicky, West Kirby Residential School
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