Skip to content

The Legend of the Magic Mirror, Part TwoNashville –– October 28, 2015

The Legend of the Magic Mirror, Part Two


Susan Roethemeyer

“Beware of the Magic Mirror.”

That was the first line of the old manuscript I had found in my thrift store book.

“My name is Lacy James.” it continued, “And I want to warn anyone who reads this of the magic mirror.

I found it in an old trunk in my maiden aunt’s attic wrapped in paper. When I eagerly showed it to her, she shuddered and said I could have it.

‘But don’t you ever use it, Lacy.’ she warned me. ‘That’s a bad un.’

I wrapped it back up and smiled to myself. How could looking in a mirror be bad for one?

Later at home my best friend Constance and I unwrapped the mirror and marveled over it.

It was a gilt-framed oval mirror, held in the hand. There were two fancy initials on the back: “W. M.”

‘W M?’ said Connie. ‘Wilhelmina Murray?’

‘Oh, no,’ I said, giggling. She was refering to a charactor from Mr. Stoker’s excellent horror novel, Dracula, which we had both been reading.

‘No, it must mean something else-’ I shifted on the bed and the paper crinkled under me.

Connie looked down. ‘Lacy, something is written on the paper!’