The Dark Mirror, Jack A. Ling [read aloud .TXT] 📗

In a dark room with a masquerade of death, wakes I. Suddenly, as though a gift from the all-mighty lord, torches illuminate my containment. For where I am is unknown. Death surrounds me as a cloak. Dare I to look forward. To where the light directs me to? Dare my sanity to justify my judgment? But, of course! Walking forward. To where I do not dare to guess or know. As I walk, I notice the architecture which surrounds me. Whomever hath put me in such containment did not dare to have me die. For if these intentions were true, I would for sure be a rotting corpse. No! They wish for something more! But what? Dare I to guess what? Only time shall reveal the truth as the demon in which it is. Corpses surround me. Bones. Skulls. All remainders of death. Death! The disease of the devil. To the reason these remainders are here do not worry me. No! Not of even the smallest mark! To what I am looking for, is to where the hallway ends. It is from simple logic which I realize that whatever (or whomever) lies at the end of this hallway, shall be the answer to the questions. Minutes I walk. Mere minutes! But in the presence of death, these minutes turn to eternity! But as eternity ends, I see the ending. A solid wall. But what be this? A mirror. A mirror is to what I have looked for at this end? No! There must be more! Much more that is not comprehensible to the eyes of mortals and I. I approach the mirror. A clean mirror. A mirror not less than ten 10 feet tall. I stare. Gleaming into the mirror as though it is my savior. Foolish as I am, I glared into the mirror for hours. Hours! No more than three, but no less than two. As I return to the true world, I hear the sound of a solid, to which I do not know, falling to the ground. I stare back to see a figure. Not that of an animal. Not that of a rock or any other form of the environment. But a human. Who be this human in the hallway? Rapping the ground with that of some solid. What solid? Not a log. Not a rock. None of these. But a bone! No ordinary bone, but that of a fresh kill! Feared for my life, I stand with no motion. Barely breathing as to keep the beast from noticing me. My idea almost working. But, the creature stares. With the eyes of the devil! Hell upon the world! As the glare hits my eyes, I hear a low growl. Before time presents itself for I to take action, I am knocked to the wall adjacent to myself. Unable to see what happens due to the brightness of a death-giving light! As the blindness leaves me, I gather myself to my feet. My surrounding completely changed. Bones reduced to dust. Mere dust! The fair scent of death surrounding me. My attention draws itself to the mirror. But it be not the mirror which allows fear to blind me, but the hallway to the mirror! Covered in blood and dying flesh, it be! But, my attention stays with the footprints near the blood. No mere human or animal footprints. But, that of a beast! No mere beast, but that of hell! The prints made of the same blood as the flesh, take me to the mirror where the prints stop. Before I turn to the mirror, I am drawn to a shine on the ground. But what is it? I see a finger with a ring on it. Not just a ring! The ring of my dear wife! Dare this demon to have murdered her? I drop the ring as I stare into the mirror. Fury fills me as the mirror is crushed by my hand! The shards of glass fall to the floor with my blood dripping over them. What was under the blood? An image of my wife as she takes a knife to her own throat!

Publication Date: 10-01-2011

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