Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

    "Pamela, will you marry me?" Jerome had gotten on one knee to propose to the woman he held dear, Pamela Ethans. They met in college after he broke up with his previous lover. From there they became soul mates.
      "Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" Pamela said joyfully. Jerome stood up and kissed her. Tears from her cheeks slid onto his face as his amorous embrace attracted them close.

A year later...

The now newlywed couple had returned from their delightful honeymoon. Each moment from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia will be embedded in their memories forever. 
    They had moved into a new house in Phoenix, Arizona. Fresh air and sun was what they wanted.   
   After a few months they had gotten situated. Everything had been in place and they were able to visit their hometown once again. Everything seemed perfect...until one night had seemed to take them on a horrific turn.

February 1, 2004
9:30 p.m. 

"Jerry, where did you put my mirror when we packed?" Jerome had given her a colorful, six foot mirror from their honeymoon. "It's in the storage room." Pamela sighed tiredly. "And where is that?"  "It's in the basement."
    Pamela had left the bedroom and walked downstairs to the basement. At first the door had been hard to open as if something from the inside was preventing her from coming in. Once she was able to get in, she noticed there wasn't a doorknob from the inside.
      She ignored it and walked down the stairs. The basement was dark and gave her an eerie feeling just from looking upon the cobwebs and old furniture. 
     "Now, where did he put my mirror?" She asked herself. The only lights  there were had shone from upstairs and from a small window in there. She walked around and looked in the places of her reach. She had not found the mirror. 
     Just when she started to give up hope, she heard a faint whisper. She turned around and saw no one.  "Hello? Jerry, is that you?" Pamela took a deep breath and turned towards the door. And once she did a woman had been there standing in front of her. Pamela shook her head and looked at the door again. The woman who had been standing by the door was no longer there. 
    Pamela looked around again. Afraid that the woman had walked passed her into the depths of the basement. "Who's there?!" She yelled out.  
     There was dark silence until she heard another whisper. This time it was no longer faint. 
    "Leave...Him...Now." Pamela took another breath and followed the whisper and in doing so, she had soon found what she was there to look for in the first place. She had stumbled upon.... her precious mirror.

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