Nov. 25, 19--
Insane! Maybe I am. But I have something they don't! The truth!
It happened many years ago, I bought an antique mirror at the Pawn shop up in West Palm. It was an enchanting mirror, the dark wood looked as if it never aged through all the years of its existence over 200 years. The clerk said the owner obtained it at an auction, in England. The previous owner being that of the heir to Pemberley, Fitzwilliam Darcy. The clerk also said that the owner was relieved to be rid of the mirror. I now know why.
On the night after I bought the mirror I was going out with some friends. I tried out a new outfit I had bought at the Gap earlier that day. Then, out of nowhere I heard: "you look good"
It was a male voice. I immediately tensed up, thinking it was a burglar or some sort of deranged cold-blooded killer. "Who are you?" I asked my voice rigid with fear.
"Edward Darcy, madam, son of the honorable Fitzwilliam Darcy" the intruder calmly stated.
The voice sounded as if it was right next to me or even behind me . I looked in the mirror to catch a glimpse of the intruder. And did I ever. A figure stood staring at me. The only problem was he is where my body was supposed to be. As if he were on the other side of the mirror.....
Part Two
Nov.26, 19--
I must get this down quickly, they must know! What A fool I was.
The next thing I remember is coming to, I think I had fainted but I am not sure. My head felt like it had been drop-kicked and used as a soccer ball. For me this is not unusual, I frequently get migraines.
I reached for the phone to cancel the plans I had made.
"Shan this is Cat, I hope you receive this message, I can't come tonight. I have a sudden headache, and find myself unable to walk ten steps without having to stop and rest. Call me tomorrow, and tell the others that I am sorry I can't come. Thanks. Bye."
I hate answering machines I thought as I pushed the "off" button. I slowly dressed for bed trying not to move too much for my own sake. As I turned off the lights and climbed into bed I saw moon's reflection in the mirror.
Oh how beautiful I thought. Look how delicate the moon looks in the mirror....The MIRROR!
I bolted upright in my bed and very quickly regretted it.