All those forgotten memories I was trying so hard to block out, they floored me. I started turning in all my school work with doodles of the shed and that door. My grades started slipping and even my new found friends noticed a change in me. Mainly I didn’t laugh anymore.
Then one night it happened, I saw everything as clear. It was daylight at first but the sun was quickly setting. I was standing in front of the shed reaching up for the door. It opened to reveal a dark room; mirrors were all I could see. They were everywhere, the walls, ceiling and even a few ones were scattered about the floor. Reflections of reflections, but for some reason I couldn’t see myself. Toward the end of the room was an old work bench, dilapidated and nearly buckling from the weight of the rusty tools.
I took a step forward into the room, I was trembling in fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the anticipation, fear of everything and anything at all. There was a loud humming and a dull light poured from a crack under the work bench. All the mirrors shimmered in the light that kept growing brighter, while the sun outside grew darker. The humming was almost deafening and I turned to run. As I tried to get out the door a hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. It was my grandfather wearing the suit he was buried in. I opened my mouth to scream, but all I could hear was his voice, deep and cold, “Come to me, son… Follow me!”
The next moment I was sitting up in my bed, breathing hard. How it changed my life:stay tuned for the rest... should be by tonight but I'm getting tired may not finish posting... however soon! lol. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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