do you remember anything about Daddy’s funeral? Do you remember what happened after we left the church?”
Sophie didn’t know what her mother was talking about. She shook her head.
“Okay… here goes…I need you to suspend your disbelief,” Callie said, “because I’m about to tell you myths, fairytales and things that go bump in the night are real.”
“What?” Sophie said, starting to get frustrated. She glanced over her mother’s shoulder and noticed a floor length mirror. The mirror’s massive frame, with gold gilded swans, mythical creatures and reclining cherubs almost took up the entire wall. Callie’s eyes drifted toward the mirror and she threw up her hands, sending a burst of light towards the heavy curtains on each side of the mirror. The curtains abruptly closed by themselves.
Sophie’s mouth flew open. “Mom, how did you do that? Did you just do what I think you did?”
Callie stood up and walked towards the mirror, and turned back to face Sophie, gripping the curtains behind her.
“Honey, I have so much to explain and I’m not doing a good job of it. I never thought I would have to have this conversation with you. Think of your soul as a small room with millions of tiny doors. For most, the majority of those doors are shut.”
“Mom, step away from the mirror. Let me see what has happened to me.”
“But I need to explain first. It’s like this, some people may have a few additional doors open and because of those open doors, they have some extra abilities like being able to tell the future or being able to speak with the dead. Now, beings like us have the majority of our doors opened and our soul is expanded to allow us to do the things we can do. Otherwise, our soul would be ripped to shreds.”
Sophie’s arms shook; a searing heat building inside her as crackling electricity filled the air. “What has happened to me, Mom? I need to see.” She lifted her head; her eye’s meeting her mother’s. The heat was almost unbearable, burning in her eyes and moving toward her clenched fists. Her hands tingled and burned. She was sure they were going to explode.
Callie held firm. “Honey, calm down. You don’t have control of your emotions. It’s always difficult at first, but—”
Sophie was furious and she let whatever control she had slip away. Her eyes were burning through her mother, in an attempt to reach the covered mirror.
With a steady voice, Sophie said, “Let me see.” She shook her hands, in an attempt to shake off the heat pooling in them. Instead of feeling relief, the energy surged from her.
Callie threw herself out of the way, falling forward onto the floor as the energy burst hit the mirror, ripping the heavy curtains and massive iron rods off the wall and cracking the mirror from top to bottom. Sharp pieces of mirror rained down, as both women crashed to the floor.
“Ow!” The slivers of mirror glass sliced her palms. She grew silent watching the mirror-shards pushing themselves out of her skin. The cuts bled a little then stopped bleeding and healed before her eyes. She stood, afraid to move, trying to get her mind around what she was seeing.
“What the heck is wrong with me?” Sophie said, as she burst into tears.
Although a good portion of the mirror was destroyed, Sophie could still make out most of her reflection. She lifted her right hand and touched her face, realizing she was staring back at the girl from her nightmare. It was the girl who had pushed her into the grave.
This is more than just a little liposuction or a hair straightening. Am I a victim of an alien attack? Was this the work of body snatchers?
The voice coming from Sophie’s mouth was sorrowful and lost. “Was I so hideous you couldn’t stand another moment of looking at me and you had to change me into this?” She gestured at herself, feeling years of fear and inadequacy bubble up inside her. “What did you do to me, Mom? Knock me out and put me through some sort of
Sophie didn’t know what her mother was talking about. She shook her head.
“Okay… here goes…I need you to suspend your disbelief,” Callie said, “because I’m about to tell you myths, fairytales and things that go bump in the night are real.”
“What?” Sophie said, starting to get frustrated. She glanced over her mother’s shoulder and noticed a floor length mirror. The mirror’s massive frame, with gold gilded swans, mythical creatures and reclining cherubs almost took up the entire wall. Callie’s eyes drifted toward the mirror and she threw up her hands, sending a burst of light towards the heavy curtains on each side of the mirror. The curtains abruptly closed by themselves.
Sophie’s mouth flew open. “Mom, how did you do that? Did you just do what I think you did?”
Callie stood up and walked towards the mirror, and turned back to face Sophie, gripping the curtains behind her.
“Honey, I have so much to explain and I’m not doing a good job of it. I never thought I would have to have this conversation with you. Think of your soul as a small room with millions of tiny doors. For most, the majority of those doors are shut.”
“Mom, step away from the mirror. Let me see what has happened to me.”
“But I need to explain first. It’s like this, some people may have a few additional doors open and because of those open doors, they have some extra abilities like being able to tell the future or being able to speak with the dead. Now, beings like us have the majority of our doors opened and our soul is expanded to allow us to do the things we can do. Otherwise, our soul would be ripped to shreds.”
Sophie’s arms shook; a searing heat building inside her as crackling electricity filled the air. “What has happened to me, Mom? I need to see.” She lifted her head; her eye’s meeting her mother’s. The heat was almost unbearable, burning in her eyes and moving toward her clenched fists. Her hands tingled and burned. She was sure they were going to explode.
Callie held firm. “Honey, calm down. You don’t have control of your emotions. It’s always difficult at first, but—”
Sophie was furious and she let whatever control she had slip away. Her eyes were burning through her mother, in an attempt to reach the covered mirror.
With a steady voice, Sophie said, “Let me see.” She shook her hands, in an attempt to shake off the heat pooling in them. Instead of feeling relief, the energy surged from her.
Callie threw herself out of the way, falling forward onto the floor as the energy burst hit the mirror, ripping the heavy curtains and massive iron rods off the wall and cracking the mirror from top to bottom. Sharp pieces of mirror rained down, as both women crashed to the floor.
“Ow!” The slivers of mirror glass sliced her palms. She grew silent watching the mirror-shards pushing themselves out of her skin. The cuts bled a little then stopped bleeding and healed before her eyes. She stood, afraid to move, trying to get her mind around what she was seeing.
“What the heck is wrong with me?” Sophie said, as she burst into tears.
Although a good portion of the mirror was destroyed, Sophie could still make out most of her reflection. She lifted her right hand and touched her face, realizing she was staring back at the girl from her nightmare. It was the girl who had pushed her into the grave.
This is more than just a little liposuction or a hair straightening. Am I a victim of an alien attack? Was this the work of body snatchers?
The voice coming from Sophie’s mouth was sorrowful and lost. “Was I so hideous you couldn’t stand another moment of looking at me and you had to change me into this?” She gestured at herself, feeling years of fear and inadequacy bubble up inside her. “What did you do to me, Mom? Knock me out and put me through some sort of
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