The Mirror in the Basement of Waverly Manor – Part 1

I leaned against one of the pieces and accidentally knocked off its canvas covering, revealing a luxurious full-body mirror with ornate mahogany carvings around the edges. I instantly became transfixed by my reflection, unable to tear myself away. An eerie grin began to creep across my reflected face when, suddenly, Mrs. Waverly dashed across the room with surprising speed and threw the canvas like a cast net. For a brief moment, a visage of hopeless terror flashed across my face in the mirror.

Blog: “The Mirror in the Basement of Waverly Manor”

I’ve been working on my new story, “The Mirror in the Basement of Waverly Manor,” for almost a year now because my life lately has been fundamentally unstable in the best possible way. Emily and I ended our lease last August and left Atlanta to travel across 9 European countries in 13 weeks, seeking gloryContinue reading “Blog: “The Mirror in the Basement of Waverly Manor””