THE DARK REFLECTION

                THE DARK REFLECTION RITUAL PART 1

 

                If you ever want to play a game, play Candy land or Monopoly, just never play The Dark Reflection Ritual. I'm twenty nine years old and the experience still haunts me. Here's why I beg you to not play.

                Exactly thirteen years ago my friends and I  decided to play it at a sleepover, the parents were on a business trip so we didn't have to worry about them.  Besides me there were three other girls who wanted to play, my best friends. The ringleader of the group {Which sadly wasn't me.} explained how to play. I could tell all of us were wary but no one dared speak up. Its not that she would force us to its just that at the time she was the popular one and we were her little puppets. Maybe we made ourselves think that it was just a game and nothing could happen...

                We started at twelve a clock on the dot, and the ringleader {I don't care anymore to keep calling her that. Since she didn't meet my lucky fate I will just use her real name, which is Samantha}, grabbed a mirror and began the game. We all took turns looking at the mirror and stared at ourselves focusing on the negative energy between our reflection and ourselves then we were told to breath on it so it fogs up. Already I began to be shaken up. As I was looking at myself I got goosebumps along my arms, but when I breathed on it I felt a small shock near my temple. 

                   After we all had done the steps Samantha lit a candle near the mirror and we waited until it burnt park of the glass and then I blew it out. Not Samantha. Samantha was to busy getting a dictionary. Then, everyone except for her scooted back as she threw the dictionary into the mirror, causing it to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces flying every direction. Then, the curtains parted revealing a full moon that shone brightly, making all of the glass shards glitter brightly. 

               All of us stood breathless waiting until one of us had enough courage to talk. Then, Samantha said/yelled that we had to evacuate the area immediately so we all rushed to the living room. At that time my heart was pounding with fear. Samantha told us to be careful because bad luck was going to be coming. Such bad luck that we could die. 

                                  THE END OF PART 1