Better Left Be

Jessie, that was her name, she never listens to what anyone kept trying to warn her about when it came to the supernatural-based consequences, considering her careless actions towards it.

She was a pretty, yet severely hardheaded teenager that was so freaking arrogant, that her pride went beyond the satellites. Despite all of this however, she constantly felt the need to satisfy her curiosity about the Ouija. Her parents and friends constantly warned her to keep away, not that her ears were opened.

She was one of those teenagers that cockily remove the roadblocks of a forbidden road, and still proceeds. All until this one particular night became the very beginning of the hell she’ll experience at 3AM.

Jessie called upon some evil entity by mistake, after hearing what bone-chilling thing it told her through the board. It lead her to quickly say bye after circling the summoning pendant three times. Throwing the board and pendant all away at once, she hastily made her way to her room. However, she was unaware of it already roaming about her abode.

Jessie made sure to lock up tight before taking a restroom break, still shook after having spoken to something she unknowingly unleashed unto the world. Jessie just wanted to go to bed after the horrific experience.

Splashing water upon her still pale face, she watched herself in the mirror trying to soothe her own shuddering form by rubbing her arms up and down. She went in for another splash.

Just then, her light begin to flicker in some kind of pattern one time, next four, then four again, and three times last. She was starting feel creeped in the midst of this eerie pattern. Soon after calming herself, once her eyes her own mirror reflection, body jolted so hard her stomach sucked in very tight.

Her breath quavering, catching the sight of her now dead-eyed reflection staring back at her in the mirror, wearing an ear-touching grin on its face with dilated pupils, in addition to its daunting appearance.

Jessie’s heart palpitation would’ve surly put a hospital IV out of order. She was attempting to slowly make way to the door of the restroom while trying very hard as to not look away from the ominous echo of what was supposed to be herself.

Eventually, her trembling hands were trying to search for the door knob, but as soon as her hand found the familiar round metal, the imagery’s head began to from left to right, then it was reoccurring at a moreas if it was like Jessie was looking at a person on a dynamical glitchy television.

Jessie took a loud gulp, temporarily frozen in movement out of fear of jumpstarting it out the mirror. A pressuring moment after, its jolting head finally came to a halt. Afterwards, it undertook to gradually opening its mouth…. like very, very slow….

It came to the terrifying point of revealing what appears to be python-sized fangs with its tongue being split into two ends.

But it didn’t end there, of course it didn’t. It’s listless jaw only descended further beneath the bathroom mirror, in which Jessie certainly couldn’t tell where it’s touched, because she’s sure as hell not up for taking a closer inspection of whatever this thing is.

At the same time blood is cascading from the eyes and down its ghoulish features, making it resemble somewhat of a banshee. The only difference about it was that it didn’t scream, it hadn’t made a single sound.

Jessie snaps out of her stupor still attempting to get the door to budge but to no avail. She still kept her eyes firmly on the creature, afraid it’ll leap through as quick as she’ll avert her pupils.

She recalls to saying bye on the Ouija board which she threw away, and it was at this ‘shiny’ moment she came to a frightening realization…. she set something free.

But how? She was sure to have thrown every object related to that board away right along with it. She now utterly regrets not scorching it beforehand. *CRACK* In the middle of her self-belittlement, she quickly switch her eyes back to the mirror…. but it was too late.

The mirror’s already fractured, with scarlet liquid seeping through the center of it, much to Jessie’s terror.

……….

From the outside perspective of the bathroom, the door gradually creaked itself open…. and inside, let’s just say what was formerly Jessie’s body, now resembled a dismantled mannequin, with the addition of the entirety of her face in the front having a humongous chunk of it missing.

The thin line in which lies between the material and supernatural realms, are better left be.

Sincerely, Spirit of Jessie.