The Mirror

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Okay, so here's the story . . . %100000 TRUE BY THE WAY

'Once when I was younger, probably around seven or eight years old, I was spending the night at my grandmothers house with some of my older cousins. My grandmother, who loves to shop at thrift stores and antique shops, had happened to have picked up a new mirror for her bathroom that day. It was a beautiful mirror. Really! It had a golden border with a fancy design at the top. Definitely a good buy on her part. Or so we thought.

My older cousin, Cynthia-Dale, had heard of some new scary game that everybody at her school was playing. I wish that i remembered the exact words now, but I'm also happy to have forgotten them. The game was very similar to 'Bloody Mary'. We lit two candles, shut off all of the lights in the house, and read this poem three times. and we waited.

At first . . . nothing.

But a few seconds later (and till this day i don't know if it was just an amazing prank played on me by my cousins) i saw her!
A ghostly pale woman reaching from the mirror. she had pure white eyes, raven-black hair, and a necklace covered with tiny eyes.

In shock, I ran out of that bathroom faster than I'd ever run in my entire life.

I will never for get that night.

Needless to say, i was not sad when that mirror mysteriously broke a few weeks later '

This is my attempt at recreating that moment. I still don't even like thinking about that freaking mirror -__- sheeesh




here are some process shots:
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i used graphite, ink, and copic markers on bristol board.