The Mirror



I've had this mirror since I was six. 

Ever since I've looked in it everything has been fine, but...

I was brushing my teeth when my mum came in. At least, I thought it was her. 

I turned around to check, and she'd vanished! 

I looked back into my mirror.

There she was with a wild look in her eye.

She raised her blood stained knife...


Oliver
Year 7

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