Reflection
Some say they eyes are the window to the soul. Others say mirrors are a peep into another dimension, then others further say that the souls of those who die violent deaths stay trapped in the living world. All three are true as it happens so one night in the 1900s when poor little Catherine met her end by the hand of her abusive step father a strange phenomenon occurred. Her broken, sliced body was tossed by the sorry excuse of a man into the spare room. A room which only contained an antique mirror covered by a sheet. In the fury of the act the sheet fell from the mirror and the body of Catherine stared into her own dead eyes for hours until her body was recovered.
Little did the family know that the body they were removing no longer contained Catherine's essence, her spirit was gone. Now spirits that die suddenly in this world become confused, they're not what they once were and as if this wasn't enough little Catherine was lost in another dimension all together, her only link to her world was through the mirrors that she arrived by.
Catherine's step father, whom had gotten away with her murder, was shaving his beard one night with a cut-throat razor in front of a mirror. When he could have sworn to have seen a small child standing behind him, regardless he continued. Then suddenly he lost control of the razor, like another presence was guiding it. He glanced at the mirror to see a bloody Catherine trying to slit his throat, but when he turned around there was nothing there. The spirit disappeared, the step-father ran into the hall where another few mirrors were hung. He could see a crying Catherine in all of them. Wise to the idea of mirrors he barricaded himself in the bedroom, a dark room with no mirrors. Yet the man felt a piercing pain in his eyes, all he could see was little Catherine. She did not need the mirrors to avenge herself, just the reflection in her step father's eyes.
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