I remembered to post the new stories on my own, yay!
They're a bit shorter than others I've written before, but I'm still proud of them. I'll put them one at a time, because they take a while to write on my computer (I have them on pieces of paper) so I only transferred one because I had a homework where I had to write a short story, but now I have other homework to do before transferring the other story.
The title of this one is "Don't look back"
On a cloudy night, all normality left when a rift to another world opened. The little Cynthia was the one who caused it. Her parents never really paid much attention to her, so she had learned at a young age to keep psychological walls between her and other people to protect her feelings.
On that night, she was sleeping peacefully and dreaming about playing with her imaginary friends before waking up abruptly for no apparent reason. Cynthia then noticed she needed to use the restroom, and slowly felt fear creep up on her. She had always been afraid of the dark, and the hallway leading to the restroom had plenty of darkness in store for her. During the day, the hallway had beautiful paintings along the pretty purple walls, but during night, it was another story. With not much light, the paintings seemed moving and alive, watching your every move as if waiting for a chance to drag you into the shadows and smile as if nothing had happened the next day. The purple walls seemed cold and endless, as if taking one step in the hallway would trigger some kind of nightmarish trap that would keep both ends of the hallway away from you and trap you within it forever.
“I wish my friends were here, thought Cynthia, they always help me when I’m scared.”
“But they’re not here,” answered a cold, emotionless voice in her head. The little girl looked around, and, seeing nothing, took a step into the hallway.
“Who are you? I’ve never heard your voice before.” She spoke in a whisper, not wanting her parents to hear.
“Does it matter? I’m not like you, and you couldn’t comprehend what I am. You just couldn’t understand.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing. And also everything. You don’t need to know now.” The unnamed entity said. A shift in the air could be felt, and Cynthia was alone again.
With something else than the terrifying appearance of the hallway to keep her mind busy, she had no problem reaching the restroom.
On her way back to her room, Cynthia felt something weird. It was the same feeling you get when something is about to go horribly wrong, and she didn’t like that. She stared intensely at every portrait and every shadow on the wall with as much concentration as she could, trying to figure out what could be the cause of that feeling.
When she walked next to the mirror, the sudden movement from the corner of her eye made her jump. She looked at the silvery surface, and, with her heart beating fast, she placed her hand on the cool object. Unlike a usual mirror, it rippled where her hand had been laid, before a silvery hand reached out and grabbed hers. Cynthia couldn’t even scream before she was pulled into the mirror, the object breaking behind her, stopping any possible escape.
The crashing of the mirror woke up Cynthia’s parents, but when they arrived downstairs, she was already gone. They called the police, but their daughter was never found.
