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  • - [Narrator] Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

  • After my 12-year-old cousin, Amanda,

  • was murdered by Mira

  • (eerie music)

  • everything changed.

  • Counseling and therapy helped,

  • but when you witness your cousin

  • get the life quite literally sucked out of her,

  • it's hard not to get scarred.

  • After countless sessions with a therapist,

  • I was convinced that Amanda's death,

  • while very real and traumatic,

  • happened at the hands of a home intruder, not Mira.

  • (eerie music)

  • She didn't exist, and I truly believed that.

  • On my 14th birthday,

  • my parents got me a wooden dressing table

  • and a mirror for my room,

  • so I could get ready for school.

  • They said it was time to grow up and move on,

  • and I wanted that too.

  • But that night, I saw Mira.

  • Her pale dead eyes were fixed above the wide

  • gashes strewn across her ghastly face.

  • She was standing in my new mirror,

  • holding the severed head of my 12-year-old cousin, Amanda.

  • She stared at me for a few moments and then vanished.

  • In the morning, I just wrote it off as a dream.

  • I mean, I had plenty of those.

  • I felt more comfortable when my dog,

  • Jess, was sleeping with me. (dog barks)

  • I got her about a year after Amanda died,

  • when I started sleeping in my own room again.

  • She was a sweet black retriever that never left my side.

  • (dog panting)

  • It was the week before Christmas.

  • My Aunt Sherry was babysitting me

  • while my parents were out of town.

  • She used to be the town beauty queen.

  • I mean, she won a ton of pageants back in her day,

  • but in her 40s,

  • Sherry wasn't quite the looker she was in her 20s.

  • Like her late daughter, Amanda,

  • she used to be beautiful on the outside.

  • Used to be.

  • But eventually,

  • her outer beauty mirrored what was on the inside.

  • As I tucked myself under the covers,

  • Jess circled a small patch of blanket

  • before finally laying down at the foot of my bed.

  • I turned out the light and lay there

  • in the darkness, wide awake.

  • I couldn't sleep because it was too early

  • and my Aunt Sherry was watching soaps at full volume.

  • After a few minutes, I turned my lamp back on

  • and silently read a scary book

  • I'd checked out of the library that week.

  • I was about three pages in when

  • my bedroom door suddenly flew open.

  • It was Sherry.

  • She was lit with anger and covered in Cheeto crumbs.

  • Her fingertips were bright orange.

  • She was still licking them as she screamed.

  • "I thought I said lights out at eight!

  • "And what the hell are you reading?"

  • she continued,

  • snatching the book from my hands.

  • "Horror?

  • "You're reading horror?

  • "after everything that has happened in this house?

  • "To my daughter,

  • "to my Amanda?

  • "After all the lies you told?

  • "How could you even think about reading this filth,

  • "devil mark or not?

  • "It makes me sick to look at you.

  • "And get that mutt off the bed!"

  • (Jess whines) "She belongs outside.

  • "Now!"

  • My dog obediently stood up

  • and did as she was told.

  • Jess stopped just outside my bedroom door

  • and looked back at me with those sad puppy dog eyes.

  • Sherry was just about to leave the room

  • when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.

  • She closed my bedroom door, locking Jess out,

  • and made her way over to my dressing table.

  • "I thought you were scared of mirrors," she said.

  • "My, my, my.

  • "Haven't I aged gracefully,

  • "like fine wine?" she finished.

  • She then settled onto the bench in front of the mirror.

  • Her large frame spilled over.

  • The wooden bench creaked and groaned

  • as she situated her weight on top of it.

  • "Is this where the mirror girl lives,

  • "the one that you said killed my Amanda?"

  • She sneered sarcastically

  • while checking her facial angles in the mirror.

  • I shook my head no.

  • Sherry turned around to face me, snickering, and said

  • "that's because there are no mirror monsters.

  • "Why didn't you scream for help the night

  • "my beautiful Amanda was kidnapped?

  • "Why?

  • "You devil-marked freak."

  • It's not a devil's mark.

  • It's my birthmark, I whimpered.

  • "What did you just say?" Sherry asked,

  • turning towards me.

  • When I looked back up,

  • Mira was sitting

  • in the reflection across from Sherry.

  • She slowly brought her crooked finger up

  • to her cracked face

  • and whispered, "shh".

  • All I could do was inhale loudly.

  • Before my Aunt Sherry could turn

  • back around to face the mirror,

  • two arms reached out of it

  • and pulled her back towards the mirror

  • as if trying to pull her in. (Sherry screams)

  • Sherry and I both screamed in unison.

  • Jess began to bark wildly from the other side of the door.

  • Mira struggled, trying to squeeze Sherry

  • through the mirror in my room.

  • She was just too fat for the tall, narrow mirror.

  • Sherry howled in agony as Mira

  • snapped both her arms in an attempt

  • to drag her into the mirror world.

  • My aunt's squeal no longer sounded familiar,

  • let alone human. (Sherry shrieks)

  • To this day, I have never heard a person make those sounds.

  • Breaking Sherry's arms and legs

  • was not enough to fit her through the wooden frame.

  • As Sherry fell out of the mirror,

  • her weight snapped and splintered

  • the dresser into pieces.

  • Sherry was on the floor bloodied

  • and bruised, crying, and broken.

  • I looked down at her in horror.

  • "Help me," she whimpered.

  • Then Mira quickly crawled out of the mirror on all fours.

  • She climbed on top of Sherry

  • and positioned herself so that they were face-to-face.

  • Sherry cried out and begged as Jess snarled,

  • pawing at the other side of the door to get into the room.

  • I watched as dark red ooze and globs

  • dripped out of Mira's mouth and into my Aunt Sherry's.

  • Mira stuck two fingers inside her own mouth

  • and pulled out a razor blade.

  • She began to slowly score deep gashes

  • all over Sherry's head.

  • I couldn't breathe.

  • There wasn't really much of Aunt Sherry's

  • face left after 30 seconds,

  • (tense music) but she continued to scream.

  • My Aunt Sherry coughed up a fountain of blood

  • before she gasped her final breath.

  • I was still frozen to my bed, too terrified to move.

  • Suddenly Mira sank her teeth into Sherry's neck

  • and began to drag her back towards the mirror

  • to take her into the other side.

  • I finally screamed for Jess.

  • Mira had one foot through the mirror

  • when Jess bravely charged in through the bedroom door.

  • Baring all her teeth,

  • she latched onto Sherry's shirt collar.

  • There was a tug of war between Jess and Mira

  • as Aunt Sherry's backside was pulled back and forth

  • across the splintered dresser.

  • Jess growled like I'd never heard before

  • and fought bravely to rescue my aunt.

  • Mira finally let go of my Aunt Sherry's neck,

  • hissed at Jess,

  • and quickly retreated back into the mirror,