Mirrors - By Sarah.

As I crept through the rusty metal gate, my blue sneakers dragged across the hard stone path like a claw against a blackboard. Twinkling spider webs crammed the edges of the concrete doorway. Sparkling like crystals beyond the bright yellow rays of the enormous diamond moon. 

The creek of the rusted door screeched open as I carefully sneaked into a gloomy rooted world of filth and steel bars. Moss climbed up the dark stone walls as dirty blue tiles curled into twisted branches of peeled rot. The number of sharp bent nails wedged in the walls were endless. My heart sank when I caught a glimpse of the wretched grey skull at my feet. Hundreds of wriggling white maggots squirmed in and out of the creepy carcass. I pushed myself forward trying to concentrate on my ruthless mission. I stared up into the high ceiling. What once was a great magnificent hall, is now a rotting ruin.

The uneven line of old bar windows speed past me. It was almost like the terror of my mind had consumed me into seeing or feeling brutal things that aren’t there. The hall stretched on. Splatters of rust melted on the walls while the mist swirled around my trembling feet. An ear piercing shriek of a jail door slowly shifted open. I kept going. Dragging one foot after another until I reached the tiny battered door at the end of the hall. I gently nudged it open. I lowered my head so I could fit through. As I trudged inside, the disgusting stench of the cell made my eyes tear up. After blinking fast. I saw him.

There he was. Slumped into the dusty leather chair. His face scared like he been hugging a cactus. His bushy grey hair swayed in front of his face like a vine. A half-eaten sandwich lay still on his lap. He wore a dark red uniform smothered in cobwebs and dust, A small fez that was six sizes too small for him, and a dented name tag with faded words on it. on it. His face was square and motionless. His eyes were flickering on and off as he let out long, grunting snores that echoed around the cell room. He was virtually transparent.

“Excuse me sir…” I mumbled. He didn’t move. I looked around awkwardly. “He he hello?” I started to stutter. He didn’t even twitch. My mind jumped around like a wild pony trying to think of something to say. That's when I saw it. The haunting sight of the mirror behind him. The chairs reflection was there. But he wasn’t. I backed away slowly realising how extreme it was. My heart sank as I sprinted down the hall back to the exit. I didn’t stop. I kept going. Couldn’t stop. Kept going...