Cassie McCown

There, in the corner under the window__he window through which he thought he saw movement before__as a slender white foot! Quinn__ heart froze in his chest and frightened bile began working its way up his esophagus. ~ "The Mirror

The frame of the mirror was a deep mahogany and carved with an intricate design of what appeared in the dim light to be leaves and vines. The mirror__ surface was clouded with dust and age, so much that Quinn could not even see his own reflection. On impulse, he rubbed a small circle with the back of his wrist but beneath the dust the glass was still milky and unclear. ~ "The Mirror

Reluctantly, he put his hand up to the cold glass. That odd tingling sensation raced through his body again. His ears began to hum and his head felt strange and heavy. Beneath his touch, the glass seemed to soften and his fingers made small indentions in the surface. ~ "The Mirror

In her hand was a necklace with a small oval pendant, a half of a locket engraved with one of the same symbols from the mirror frame__hat Quinn saw as rolling waves. ~ "The Mirror

As he carefully made his way back to the stairs and awkwardly turned off the light, he did not notice that the dark shadow he had assumed was his reflection remained in the mirror. He didn__ see the hands press against the surface and make large, liquid-like bulges beneath the glass. Nor did he hear the whispers that so suddenly and violently filled the dark, cluttered space as he had closed and locked the heavy attic door. ~ "The Mirror

Absently, Quinn reached for the sheet to replace it over the aged mirror, but the back of his hand brushed against the cold surface and a strange shiver ran up his arm and down his spine. ~ "The Mirror

Junk?_ Gram gasped. __ne man__ junk is another man__ treasure, you know.___eah, well, maybe it__ time to let another man have it, you think?_ he teased. ~ "The Mirror