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A Damn Good Park
A flick and whiz interrupted the tranquility as a man standing on the pier across the way cast a fishing rod, his dark silhouette set against the reddish-orange sunglow of the waning day. The baited hook struck the glassy, mirrored surface of the pond, sending ripples cascading outwards and causing a nearby goose and its…
The Mirror in the Basement of Waverly Manor – Part 3
If you haven’t read parts 1 or 2, read them first! I kneeled for what seemed like hours with Agatha’s sanguineous cries taunting me as they echoed all around. It sounded as if I were trapped in a tight cave rather than an endless white void. With this, the seeds of my madness were sown,…
The Mirror in the Basement of Waverly Manor – Part 2
This time, it was undeniable; the sound was coming from the mirror. I approached and warily tugged on the canvas. It slid into a heap on the ground, revealing my reflected self in the impeccably clean mirror. I waved my hand, and my reflection followed. I made a goofy face, and my image dutifully followed…
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