I strained my ears, listening for whatever could possibly have woken me. I had not been dreaming. There was no sound in the house, nothing to have jolted me awake.
Suddenly, there it was again.
It was coming from outside my window. I slid out from under the covers, reaching through the darkness for my dressing gown. It was a freezing winter’s night.
A faint glow came from outside, showing through the blinds. I raised one and peered outside. There was no moon tonight, and where everything should have been bathed in an ethereal blue glow, there was only an empty grey. The stars were covered by a blanket of thick clouds. So where was the glow coming from?
The light disappeared.
I shivered. Wapping my dressing gown around me, I opened the window a crack and whispered, “Hello?”
There was no answer. I tried again, louder this time.
Crossing my room and softly unlatching the back door, I stepped outside, my bare feet cold on the hard wood of the patio.
Something streaked past me, a dark shadow that twined itself through my legs. I jumped, letting out a small yelp of alarm, before I realised what it was. A black cat, with luminous green eyes and white socks.
“What are you doing out here, Magick?” I asked, my heart still thudding. She meowed and rubbed against my legs. I picked her up and carried her back inside to my bed. She stretched and made herself comfortable before lying down and drifting off to sleep.
There was that sound again. I turned, startled, and saw the glow of the light again, this time from somewhere near the open back door. It swung a little on its hinges, creaking in the breeze.
Heart in my throat, I reached out and closed the door. Then I turned back into my room – and froze.
The light was in front of me, over at the far end of the room. I tiptoed towards it, half-blinded by the glare. What was it?
Then I realised. I was looking at my mirror.
My breathing came out jagged and harsh. My throat had closed over. Slowly, I turned on the spot, my heart pounding.
The lights went out.

Copyright © Kaika 2008



Forresters Beach, Australia

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Another short story. I wrote this one for English class. We were supposed to be doing like a seven-stage thing, which explains the sound and the cat lol. I think it turned out quite well.
My English teacher thinks I’m morbid.

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