a room, the old one...

"She entered the room, the darkest one, to be sure she could feel somewhat afraid of something.
She decided not to turn the light on, in order to guess each and every thing stored inside by the mere touch of her hand.
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Then she reached a round object with a handle. It was all wooden and carved, except its central part, whose surface was smooth yet dusty and dirty.
She realize it was a small mirror, and she realized it could have been stored there for years, maybe decades, who knows.
She touched the backside of the mirror and noticed its wooden surface was all smooth except some scratches that covered the whole side. They weren't accidental, all of them seemed placed in a rational way, in order to compose a symbol or a word.
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She followed the scratches with her fingertips in order to figure out which sign they formed.
It was no symbol or silhouette, but just two words written in a very irregular way: HELP ME.
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She started to get it, so that she couldn't resist and went out of the room, in order to expose the mirror to the lamp light.
She was horrified as she realized the mirror was reflecting her face. As a crying and frightened 8 year old baby.
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