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"Another night, another heist."- I murmured to myself as I soundlessly climbed on and then off the massive gateways made of dark metal protecting the most rumored house in the whole town.
It was told upon that there were mysterious and abnormal "wizardry" behind those dark brick walls, that the original owner founded a cult that has been around for centuries and that his spirit is still haunting the mansion to this very day.
Man, the insanity that people can think of for the sake of gossip these days is priceless. What idiot would believe in these? The whole town I guess, judging of how careless the current owner of the mansion was with the security while he was gone. He literally didn't lock his door!
Whatever. It makes my job easier, so who am I to complain?
While I was softly strolling down the hallway, the crimson carpet on the floor absorbing any noise my footsteps might make, between the old paintings and vases with flowers I stumbled upon a door. The material it was made of (dark oak apparently) was chipped and cracked and any bulge in it was covered in dust. The door clearly wasn't opened in a long time, so there's probably nothing valuable inside. I was about to turn around and walk away, continuing my search but then I heard footsteps.
Correction - I thought I heard footsteps. Because when the adrenaline rushed to my head I didn't have the time to stop and think rationally that the noise was probably just a window opening from the wind or a bird chirping outside
Fuck, I can't get caught, I'm too good for jail. Without hesitation I rushed into the room trying to find an exit.
It was completely empty, except for the pedestal in the middle that had some sort of small round statuette wrapped in dark cloth.
Bingo! Light was coming from the opposite wall, revealing a window, exactly what I needed. I ran as fast as I physically could, grabbing the thing from its stand, kicking the window open and simultaneously shoving the statuette into my bag. I jumped out of the opening, landing in a bush that I didn't know was there but let's pretend it was planned. Hopped over the gates and I was gone. As I was running away from the mansion, I looked back one last time - no one, there was no one trying to catch up to me or to stop me. Questions arose in my mind - "Am I hallucinating? Were there really footsteps? Fuck, I'm going insane. Whatever. I mean, I got away with it, though the robbery was pointless. Maybe I could return there next night." - I knew it pointless though, the owner only left for one night and it was my only chance. Oh well. I guess today I'm eating nothing.
The sun was starting to show when I reached my destination.
Finally, I got home. With a sigh, I opened my bag and took out the thing I grabbed completely mindlessly. A little smile formed on my lips. I guess I just can't go empty-handed.
With some light I could finally have a good look at it. Dark red cloth, not surprised at all. Everything in that mansion was red, I could see that even without good light.
I set the thing on the table. Crossing my fingers in hope there would be something at least decent, I unwrap the cloth like it was a Christmas present to reveal a.
Mirror? Well that is some disappointing plot twist. I set it on the table turning its back to me to analyze it, throwing the cloth on the floor.
The mirror itself looked really old, judging by how dirty it was from all of the dust. There were some pretty designs on it like a sun and moon with stars made of silver giving it a really astrology aesthetic. But aside from all of that, I found it concerning that some weird looking words were carved into it on the back. The cracks were filled with redstone that made it look like it was written with blood. I never saw letters looking like that before. Probably some ancient language that nobody speaks anymore. I will definitely show this to Mumbo, maybe he knows something about it, he got into archeology lately. Nerd.
I flipped it.
Some triangular-shaped silver pieces were holding the glass inside the frame. Reminds me of teeth. Or mountains. I definitely prefer mountains. Thank you very much.
So aside from the words on the back it was a simple mirror, seemingly nothing special about it.
Is what I told to myself over and over again, but every time I looked at it I had a weird feeling. Something was seriously wrong with it. I took it in my hands trying to understand what exactly was so wrong. And then the realization hit me like a sack of bricks.
No reflection. At all. The mirror I held was completely black, no light coming from it as if it was absorbing it.
I shivered. It was unnervingly-terrifying, the dark muted glass that looked like a protection barrier spell keeping whoever took it from its rightful place outside of its inner world. Or keeping something inside.
I brought it closer to my eyes trying to see at least something in it. Its a mirror, it can't be that dark. It has to reflect something. It has to. I brought it so close it was inches from my face. My eyes started to hurt from the proximity. For a slight second I thought I saw some movement.
And then there were eyes. Two white eyes without irises nor pupils yet I could definitely tell that the eyes were looking at me.
I jumped at shock and threw the thing to the ground. The next few seconds felt like slow motion. The mirror fell to the floor, the eyes closing and fading away like an illusion. And then I realized I was screaming. My shout mixed with the sound of broken glass and the world returned to its normal speed.
I swallowed my scream, making myself shut up. I wanted to stand up but my body definitely refused to and so I stayed on the floor for a few seconds trying to process whatever just happened.
I took a deep breath and stood up. Then hesitantly looked down. The mirror was turned upside down, but seemed to be at least partially saved by the cloth on the floor. I sat on the floor next to it and slowly flipped the mirror.
Good news - the eyes were definitely gone. Bad news - a single crack split the smooth glass in two parts. Great, now I'm never gonna sell this thing. In the trash it goes, I guess. I'm not gonna leave it at my house.
I sent my hand through my hair. Took a deep breath. Stood up with the mirror in my hands. Set it on the table. Turned around and bent down. Took the cloth from the floor. Turned back to the mirror.
And then I saw a person was standing there.
Now, this was genuinely just too much plot twists and screaming for one day. All I said was
"What."
"The."
"Fuck."
And then I blacked out.