It was raining. A proper rain, full of howling wind that rattled the branches, scraping the window ever so often. It frightened Lara, but her gaze never wavered. Sitting on her bed, her purple blankets pulled halfway off her bare legs, she was staring at the oval mirror just across the room. It was dark, save for the moon peering into the rain-streaked window— just enough to illuminate the mirror.
She could have sworn by all the books she owned (and she had three bookcases full) that there was something in that mirror. It wasn’t ten minutes ago, when an enormous clap of thunder shook the walls, that she had seen it it: movement. Coming from within the mirror. And not just a reflection of the shuddering walls, no— deeper than that. Further back in the glass. If she had blinked, she would have missed it.
So now Lara sat waiting, poised to jump out of bed, sitting in her darkened room with rain pounding dangerously outs