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#27 – Haunted Objects

@huxloween

“You gotta come help me look through this stuff! It’ll be cool, I promise! Please, Hux?”

“Better be worth it,” Hux said. He slammed the receiver on the hook and ran down the stairs to the garage where his bike was propped up against the wall. It was one of his few possessions and his most cherished since it was what allowed him to see Ben. He peddled as fast as he could until Ben’s house came into view, backed by dark woods and mostly surrounded by rolling fields. His bike kicked up a cloud of dust as he skidded to a stop and dropped his bike, heading for the front door.

He knocked quickly and then barged in, not bothering to wait for a proper answer.

“Oh! Hi, Armitage!” Leia had clearly been reaching for the doorknob.

“Hi, Mrs. Organa,” he said as he ran past her and up the stairs. He looked around when he reached the top and saw Ben’s head poking through the ceiling where the ladder was extended. He climbed up into the dim, stifling air of the attic.

Ben had found a box of old stuff tucked into the corner behind some old Halloween decorations. He’d wanted to sort through the stuff with Hux but had clearly gotten impatient because several things were already strewn about the boards that made up the attic floor. Among them were an old radio, a pack of old baseball cards, and some tapes.

“Look at this,” Ben said, handing Hux an old silver hand mirror. It was antiqued with use and had a crack running up the center.

“Cool,” Hux said. He set it with the other things and continued to dig through the box. Both of them kept returning their gazes to the mirror though.

Ben snatched it up after awhile. “I thought I saw…SHIT!” He dropped the mirror and it landed on the wood with a dull thud.

“What happened?” Hux asked.

“There was something…in there.”

“What kind of something?”

“Like a guy…but really old and his face was all…fucked up. It was collapsed or something. Really creepy,” Ben said.

Hux picked up the mirror. At first he didn’t see anything either but then he shifted it a bit in his hands and saw him. He had ice blue eyes, a horrible wrinkled face, and a twisted mouth.

“Ben, I don’t like this. I think we should go back downstairs.” Hux’s voice was shaking.

“Who is he?” Ben asked.

“I don’t know and I don’t fucking care, it’s not right. It’s a haunted mirror. I don’t want to look at it anymore.”

Ben was staring into it. Hux could see that Ben wasn’t hearing him. Ben was mouthing something to the mirror and for a split second, Hux thought he heard a voice say ‘join me.’ He figured it might be his imagination but as he looked at Ben, he knew something wasn’t right. Ben’s eyes had a slightly glazed over quality to them. He turned to look at Hux.

“We have to join him.”