Break the glass

I don't believe in the supernatural. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts are just nonsense made up to scare kids around campfires. And then the writing appears on the glass. But I shouldn't be afraid because ghosts aren't real. They can't be. It was just a game... right? *For the 'Say Her Name' Writing Competition* *Winner of the 'Say Her Name' Writing Competition*


4. Day Three

“I’m scared Bobbie,” Naya cried. “What’s happening?”

It was now day three and I still hadn’t told Naya about what was written on the mirror. I’d spent hours scrubbing at it so she didn’t have to see it. I didn’t want her to be even more afraid.

“Something bad happened in there didn’t it? Tell me. Please.”

I shook my head.

“Bobbie you’ve already made me promise not to tell anyone about what happened that day you could at least tell me what went on in the bathroom. Something is going on and we need to figure it out before it’s too late.”

When I didn’t answer, Naya grabbed my shoulders.

“Tell me.”

And so I did. The colour slowly drained from her face.

“What if this has something to do with what we did on Halloween?”

“That was a silly game,” I told her reassuringly.

“You saw what happened yesterday. We both did. And the legend say we have five days, like what was written on the mirror. Oh god Bobbie how do we stop it?”

“Look we’re both tired, let’s just sleep on it.”

“But Bobbie we only have two more days.”

“All  the more reason for us to get some sleep so we can think clearly tomorrow. OK?”


We both crawled into our beds with heavy hearts. Somehow we were going to get through this alive. We had to.

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