A Novel in Progress

House of the Undead

Juliet opened her eyes. It was 11 o’clock and she was very tired, but for some reason she had a strange and involuntary urge to go look in the mirror. As she approached it, she saw a sight that almost made her heart stop…

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“Juliet!” her mother called. “What on EARTH happened?”

“Uhhh…” groaned Juliet. It was then she realized she was lying down on the floor next to the mirror.

Suddenly, she remembered. The pale, translucent face she had seen the night before, the mirror, it all came back to her. How terrified she had been…

Her mother interrupted her reverie. “Oh, goodness, Juliet! Are you alright? Maybe we should go see a doctor about this…”

“I’m fine, Mother!” Juliet persisted. The last thing she wanted was for her mother to know what had happened. Juliet knew that if her mother found out, she would call about 50 doctors, and would scoop out her room every day. She had to stop her from worrying.

“Mother, I was just wondering, you know how homeless people sleep on the floor, right, well I was just wondering what it would be like if I slept on the floor, so this was all just an experiment!” Juliet realized that this was the worst possible excuse for sleeping on the floor, but she tried to look as if she was pleased with the outcome of her “experiment”, praying it would work.

“Honey, are you sure?” Juliet’s mother looked at her as if she was crazy. “Alright, then. But do you know what ‘her eyes are in the mirror’ means?”

“What?” Juliet almost gasped and gave herself away. “I d-don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stuttered. Juliet realized her game was up. She was about to confess, when-

“‘Her eyes are in the mirror’. That’s what I heard you mumbling in your sleep. In-ter-est-ing.” Her mother said before she left.

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