The Mirror of Death

It was a pretty bloody afternoon I was as usual walking on the footpath enjoying my walk then my eyes went through a black and a mirror which was covered in blood. I stepped towards the black and dead looking mirror and touched it looked pretty cursed to me. The moment I touched it the world flipped around I screamed as head burst open and blood flew through my head I coughed hard my body fell back on ground. I was surprised that how I was even alive I knew I was going to dead sooner or later my hands trembled and I looked up and gasped there was a skeleton standing in front of me the skele

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ton...it had a tongue coming out of its mouths the skeleton picked me up with the tongue and ripped out my brain my eyes closed and my body fell silent and weak. I opened my eyes and realised that I was stuck in the mirror!

 "You will suffer till you die even after that!" Said a voice in my ears. I understood what was happy the mirror was cursed with touch spell means whoever shall suffer and when dead shall be prisoned in the mirror forever!

                   The end