Andy and his mother arrive at deceased Great-Grandma Norton's manor to inventory their inheritance. But what they find in the attic leaves them running for their lives.
Don't ask me why, but when I write short stories they always end up being kinda horror/sci-fi stuff. Maybe it's because the limited space allows me to explore ideas that I wouldn't otherwise commit an entire year's worth of novel writing to. Deep down, I love horror fiction. I really do.
"Mirror, Mirror" was written ages ago and was actually published by a horror e-zine which has long since vanished into the murkiness of e-zines past. I don't even remember its name. It's now available for Kindle for a buck. Hope you enjoy it.