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i_love_freddie) wrote2012-03-01 10:56 pm
i_love_freddie) wrote2012-03-01 10:56 pm
Second Chance Idol: Week 2: Second Look
Shadows flickered in the candlelight as the girl danced around her room. Soft music trickled from the radio and she swayed her body in time with the beat. The bedroom was a sanctuary for the strange and mysterious. Silver stars hung from the ceiling. A bag of rune stones were scattered across the desk, in between two lit black candles. Various symbols hung here and there on chains. On the dressing table two more candles burnt, one either side of a large mirror.
The clock beside her bed read 11:55. The streets outside were dark and silent – the only sound was rain lightly pattering against the window.
Sensually she slid her silk robe from her shoulders, throwing it carelessly across the bed. Glancing briefly in the mirror, she smiled at what she saw there. Naked apart from a pentagon symbol around her neck, her body was well-portioned, curvy. Casually she ran a brush through her red hair, not breaking her dance. Idly she glanced at the phone, wondering if anyone would call before bed.
11:58.
She disliked being alone in an empty house. There was something eerie in the air, and all the horror films she had ever seen flashed through her mind. Turning her head, she caught a glimpse of something in the mirror... a shadow... a reflection.
Midnight. Something moved behind the glass. Slowly she turned around for a second look.
As the glass shattered, she screamed.
The clock beside her bed read 11:55. The streets outside were dark and silent – the only sound was rain lightly pattering against the window.
Sensually she slid her silk robe from her shoulders, throwing it carelessly across the bed. Glancing briefly in the mirror, she smiled at what she saw there. Naked apart from a pentagon symbol around her neck, her body was well-portioned, curvy. Casually she ran a brush through her red hair, not breaking her dance. Idly she glanced at the phone, wondering if anyone would call before bed.
11:58.
She disliked being alone in an empty house. There was something eerie in the air, and all the horror films she had ever seen flashed through her mind. Turning her head, she caught a glimpse of something in the mirror... a shadow... a reflection.
Midnight. Something moved behind the glass. Slowly she turned around for a second look.
As the glass shattered, she screamed.
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