Infinity Mirror - Final Chapter

Another Twisted Short Tale

Obviously, I didn’t sleep well overnight. I tried calling the shop where Angie discovered the mirror, but they were closed. I was up late researching anything related to mirrors and curses. All I got were a couple of vague creepypasta possibilities. I’m pretty sure I can discount those.

However, I crawled out of bed and checked the house for Angie, just to make sure she didn’t show up. Her car was still in the driveway and her phone had plenty of text messages. I replied to them, saying she was out, and left her phone at the house. That should buy me another day or two, but the pressure is on.

Arriving at the building right as they opened, I instantly remembered the old place. A large, hand-painted sign, Ganna’s Stuff, sat above the weathered awning. When I stepped inside, I encountered an unfamiliar woman sitting behind the counter. Her mesmerizing eyes looked up, and I stopped, unable to think for a few seconds. She stood and extended her hand. As she introduced herself, I shook her hand, finally coming out of my trance. The woman wore a black blouse along with tight tan slacks which revealed a body that made Angie’s look pedestrian. Her raven-like hair and pale complexion gave her a natural vamp look.

“What can I do for you?”

Her words made me grin, but then I remembered my predicament. After I explained Angie’s purchase, she nodded as I finished. When I questioned her about the mirror, she lifted her hand for me to stop. When she smiled, I felt a strange sense of relief. It made no sense.

“Wait, I have something for you.” She turned away and stepped past several boxes filled with items. My eyes followed her figure going into the darkness in the back.

“Yes, I was out that day,” she called out from the back of the room. “But we found something for you which was attached to the mirror.”

She came back to the counter holding a yellowed envelope. The woman handed it to me.

“Someone stapled this letter to the back of the mirror. We found it on the floor after you left that day.”

I took the letter, then gave her a confused expression. She smiled.

“Your girlfriend paid with cash, so we didn’t have an address. You can see the staples still embedded in the paper. It just rusted away over the years and fell off when my men moved it. It’s from the manufacturer since they shipped it directly. Kind of unusual for the time. I’m guessing you wanted provenance about your item.”

“Oh, I get it. Thanks.” I replied as I quickly tore open the envelope.

Inside, I found the original bill of sale.

“Say, do you know anything about this Sheol Company?” I showed her the paper.

The woman leaned over and I caught the whiff of musk. The scent made me want to get closer.

“Oh, yes. They only manufactured that mirror for a few months in the 50s. The 1953 North Sea flood destroyed the company offices in Denmark.” Her eyes met mine, and I noticed a twinkle as she told me more about the company.

A few minutes later, she answered my questions. Her macabre description of the disaster left me uneasy since I wasn’t wanting that information. However, the answers didn’t lead me to the reasons for my girlfriend’s disappearance. As I thought about it, I guess I was hoping against hope.

“Interesting. I wonder why Angie didn’t find that on the Internet?” I frowned as I mumbled out the question.

“Well, Rob, we have information about the past that isn’t available there,” she reached over and patted my forearm. “Sometimes, it’s difficult to find information about small companies. That mirror is quite unique. Your girlfriend got it for a song. Personally, I’m glad you came back. You should always keep the documentation with your mirror. That said, did something happen?”

I almost gasped at the question. When I caught her mischievous look, my brain froze.

“N — no, it’s just a spot — on the mirror that Angie… Well, she said something appeared to move,” I stammered out.

“Oh, I see,” the woman replied and leaned forward.

“Don’t worry, it’s not haunted!” She smiled. “You really shouldn’t cover it.”

“Yeah — um — I’ll remember,” I raised my eyebrows at the comment.

As I turned away after thanking her, she reached over and caught my sleeve.