《burning love》 the man in the mirror i never liked witches. i never liked myths or demons, or ghosts. i never put myself into a situation where I participated in those things. nevertheless, here I was , sitting on the floor, with three other girls, giggling my ass off as we set up the ouiji board in the middle, and the other girl, named sadie, lit the candles. this was stupid. dumb. dangerous. but I was doing it. despite everything I was taught, about good and bad, and smart and idiotic... i was doing it. whether I liked it or not. " OK! lets start. i should ask the first question." "why you?" "cuz i bought the board online with my own money." "whatever floats your boat, Jack." I mumble, eyes drifting to somewhere else. "oh calm down freddy. we won''t haunt your house, we promise." "yah... if this thing is even real..." "of course it is! the label said it would work 100% percent!" "you shouldn''t believe everything you read..." she scoffed and placed her hands on the hand piece with a grin. "ok ! c''mon everyone!" the girls chuckled as we all slapped our fingers on each other''s, and looked at the board. "is anyone there?" ... nothing.Stolen novel; please report. "heh. told you it was cheap." " aww c''mon fred, stop being lame! you''re ruining it!" "yah, well, I ain''t playing." "whhaaattt!?" "you heard me." I slipped away from their grip, and crossed my arms as I sank back into a corner, breathing quietly as they all stared at the board, waiting for anything to happen. then, it did. one of the five candles blew out, and they gasped as the piece began to move. in instinct, they all jumped back, and I would''ve laughed if I hadn''t been frightened myself. " Oh shi- omg it worked." " OMG IT''S STILL MOVING!!!!" and they were right. the metal arrow-shaped piece moved up and down, going to letter, as jack quickly wrote them down on a paper, and putting gon her glasses to read. " its says... i am... here..." "wow you couldn''t just read that write of the board? no wonder you never won a spelling bee." I chuckle. " shut up!... what should I say next...?" sadie decided to pipe in, and now that I look back... i rlly wish she didn''t. " ask if he thinks we''re cute!" "oh c''mon. really? out of all the universal, and actually interesting questions you could ask, you ask that!?" " well... it would just be funny, ya'' know?" "none of this if funny." the piece began to move almost instantly, but I wasn''t going to stick around to figure out which one of these girls satan was gonna flirt with. instead, I grabbed my thick maroon scarf off the rack , and opened the door slowly, doing my best to be quiet. though my parents were still home, it was just a habit to make no noise while going out at night. "stupid ghost crap.." I mumbled as I shuddered walking out into the bitter air, as it tingles my skin, giving me goosebumps. "glad i ain''t gonna be some ... ghost slave or whatever." I walked to a swing that sat far across our yard, and Sat, the chains squeaking from my weight. " they''ll be gone soon. tomorrow, they''ll be gone, and it''ll be fine and quiet again, and-" ... " AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I jumped up, jolting towards the knob, practically tripping over my own feet. " HOLD ON IM COMING IM COMING!!!!!" I grab a shotgun by the front door, and slam it behind me, sprinting towards my room upstairs. i knocked the door out of the way with my heel, leaving a dent for me to fix later. "WHERE''S SATAN-" " Its said it liked you!" "wha- you screamed just because of THAT!!!???" "I had to get your attention somehow..." I growled, and slammed down the gun, glaring at all three of them. another girl, named max, smiled and told me to sit down. "yah uh-huh, what, does casper want to go to Disney Land?" "no. but HE wants to talk to you." godamn... i wish I had never invited them. never ever. because when I looked into that mirror, I screamed, falling back.a towering horned winged figure standing as tall as a skyscraper, red eyes looking down at me, inspecting me. i grabbed the gun, and shot the mirror, shattering the image and the man himself. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!??" " WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK IM DOING!!?? GETTING RID OF IT!!! I DONT WANT THAT... THING IN MY HOUSE!!!! IT''S NOT EVEN YOUR GUY''S HOUSE!!! ITS MINE!!!" "fred, your no fun." they called their parents that night, and they all left. our excuse was we got a cold, and all started throwing up. not the best excuse, but it worked, and they all came and got their kids, all with the same tired and annoyed faces. i called mine... but they were gone, on a vacation. i felt like a kid, calling for help... but they never answered. and I was left in that house.... all... alone... no... i wasn''t alone... after that... i would NEVER be alone... in the dark room... my handcuffs felt like snakes, tightening around my wrists. i felt as if the dust was slowly invading my lungs, darkening the fresh air I had left in my body. i was never getting out of here. never. it was impossible... i had been here... forever it seemed. long enough to make my hair go past my thighs, and my legs to grow lanky and skinny. my lips felt like a desert, and my eyes tried to cry, but were completely out of tears. i ... i could hardly even remember my name. people called me fred... but that''s the only bit I could really remember. it had just been that long. "darling. are you tired of this yet? are you ready to surrender?" a deep voice whisped through the crack in the door. i could feel his presence. the smell of death, but hinted with roses, and other things that brought a nostalgia to my brain. i had almost forgot why I was in here. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. "no... I''m not... I''m not going to b-be with you... you sack of deer shit...." "hmm~. what a shame~" the sultry voice hummed through the crack, that I longed to see past. "just let me go.. please...i...I''m done...." "no. you know there is only one way to get out of that smelly little room. and its one a single little word~" "..." my hands shook, making the chains clink together, as I stared down at my dirty grubby fingers. "please, I just want to go home..." "dearest. you have no home. you remember what I did, don''t you ? or do you need another lesson-" "no! no.... no...." I struggled up, off the dirty floor, as a rat scurried in front of me, running from my movements. i would run away from me too. i was practically vibrating, my teeth chattered as I tried to speak. "y-y-your a m-monster...." "yes well, it isn''t the first time i hear that, is it now darling?" i moved my curly brown hair out of my face, feeling my face become wet from sweat, and maybe, for once after so many times, tears. "please..." " darling, you only have to say a little word. just one. cant you do that for me? for yourself?" "....i....i..." i looked around at the moldy hay littering the stone floor, which was my bed at the time. "y....yes....." " SPLENDID! I''ll send for someone to get you immediately. i myself have matters to attend to. but be a good girl please. would you do that? for me~" " shut u-up." i remembered those girls, all in a circle , playing with that silly board, and... and when i was alone the next week. and the next. and the next. my house didn''t feel like home after that. i felt those blood red eyes pour into my soul , watching me, like a scientist to a small brown rat. i remember the feeling... like death was choking me with both hands, and long lanky skeletal fingers, that were as cold as frostbite. i remember seeing....him... everywhere i happened to turn, or every street i happened to cross. who could''ve thought that it was all because of that silly wooden board, a mirror, four gullible girls, and a man... a man who''s passion was only to kill and bathe in the blood he gathered. if only i hadn''t met those girls. if i hadn''t let them come over, i wouldn''t be here. people would still be living. my family would still be walking on earth, instead of flying in the clouds. maybe i would be in a better place too. maybe where they were at now... after they left, the first night after they had left, I had taken the board outside along with the rest of the candles, and even the weird metal piece, and drowned it all in gasoline before lighting it with a match and watching it burst into flames. the orange and red licks of fire twisted around the board, engulfing it in the dangerous sunset. it felt good to watch the wax slowly melt over the wood, as the plastic coating began to run off the board, as it began to splinter. the fancy letters that were carved in began to fade, and I knew then that I could leave. I walked through the front door, and stood, my legs feeling as though they were attached to strings, like a marionette, swaying from side to side. I felt dizzy. when was the last time I drank water..? i flipped on a switch and looked at the messy house that had once been a place I wanted to be. boxes, trash, laundry, all littered the floor, nesting in the carpet, being a nuisance. I had meant to clean it up. no one really care either way, but It bothered me that it was still there even after the self promise I had made last week. didn''t matter. i was going to get it done this weekend.... probably... i moved across the carpet, to the tiled kitchen that wasn''t too far from the living room or entryway at all. the dark blackish-brown cabinets never really matched the decor, and i noticed every time i passed them. maybe i could paint them. Yah right... like painting is a profession of mine. i opened one of the bottom cabinets and got a small plastic cup that i needed to wash, rinsed it out,and then drank some water before drying it, and putting it back into the cabinet. i figured after that, i would make one of those cheap cups of ramen noodles and then watch some dumb cartoon, and call it good. yah, that sounded nice. i pulled of my tight long sleeve, and grabbe a (what seemed to be clean) sweatshirt out of a pile of clothes by the couch. pulling the lavender hood over my head, i slumped on the couch and turned on an anime i had been watching for about a week now. i want even past the fourth epsisode and i was hooked. man, what cartoons could do to u , am i right?This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. i ignroed my stomache crying as i watched two people love eachother with impossible obsticles on a large screen. these kinds of things were almost hypnotic. once you step in, its hard to step out of it. " endymoin.... i... i ... love you..." teh girl whispered on the tv, as the man held her hand.... " but... but... usagi...i-" " OH COME ON!" the tv cut out, a wide picture of static filling the small and unspacious living room. the sound of the distorted waves of the tec wanted to make me punch it, and hopefully break it. but i was hungry anywyas, and noodles were calling me by my name. i could fix it after i had properly eaten. i clikced the off button on the remote, and swung my legs up and over the couch before propelling myself with such force, that i had almost fallen over. "alrighty then..." i made my way to the pantry, and while i grabbed teh stirofoam cup... i heard the tv click on. i knew right away that i had turned that damn thing off. but i was hearing the static that very moment, a ringing snesation filling my head, and even my insides. i felt as though i was vibrating. "maybe it just fell over, and hit the on button. seems logical." i slipped the noodles into the microwave before heading to the living room. but... the tv was off... and i was still hearing static. coming from.... one of the other rooms... " no... its fine the same thing couldve happened to one of those remotes...." i heard the mechanical beep of the microwave, but the noodles werent my priority right now, as horrible thoughts of what could actually be going on filled my head, such as roberry, or... a murderer. no, no. focus on the remote theory. i slowly opened my door,a dn there was my tv on, white light being th eonly source of light there was. adn teh remote... wa on my bed. facing hte tv. it hadnt fell over at all. i glanced over at the shattered mirror, that i had blown to peices earlier that evening. teh shotgun was still on the floor, a sall sent in the nose of it. it was still a gun though. paranoia set in, and i picked up the gun, and silently turned off the tv, before slamming open the sliding closet, only to be met with a few hoodies hung up, and a couple of pairs of jeans on a shelf. nobody. nothing nadda. and then... i heard another tv go off. someone had to be scrwing with me. maybe one of the girls hadnt actually gone home, and was hididng , waiting for the right moment to screw with me. " haha. very funny. stahpit. which one is it?" i moved back into the living room, and for a split second i saw a tall, masculine shadow, before it turned its head and looked at me, and tehn vaporized. oh...oh sh- did... did we just... did we just actually summon something...?