seunnla:

Anyways I would try to make some end in such a way that you won't have to imagine the rest of the story.

seunnla:
© Ufuoma .K. Oluwaseun, 2017
This is a work of FICTION.

Abidemi was the mirror image of royalty. She had spotless skin, beautifully sculpted facial features, light brown expressive eyes, thick shoulder length hair and was considered too tall for her age. At 5ft8”, she towered over most of her age mates. She carried herself in a manner that would put many beauty queens to shame, head held high, spine straight, chin raised but not too high, long confident strides. She was the envy of most girls her age. What they didn’t know was that because her mother was a former beauty queen who took a lot of pride in her looks and had lots of endorsement deals still coming her way despite the fact that she was forty, she had made sure to drill Abidemi into perfection.
“Don’t leave your mouth hanging dear, there is nothing beautiful about a droopy face” her mother had once said to her. She was just ten years old.
“Don’t drag the towel across your face, you pat it dry not rub, otherwise your skin would wrinkle”. She was thirteen.
“Do not slouch dear, sit up straight. A straight spine is essential to looking good”. She was fifteen.
“Is that a zit I see? I need to send you to see the dermatologist”. She was sixteen.
Now, at seventeen, she was filled with insecurities despite being a beautiful girl.
She was the daughter of a beauty queen and hated politician, this meant she couldn’t go anywhere without a security detail so she decided to spend most of her free time flipping through glossy magazines and buying vintage items online. Recently she had purchased a mirror on a website claiming to ‘change the way you see yourself'. It was said to have belonged to a former enchantress.
When the mirror was delivered to her room, she was beside herself with joy. She hung it up on the wall and to her surprise, the mirror actually changed the way she saw herself.
She felt prettier when she looked in the mirror, she felt more confident.
When her mother announced that the minister of finance and his family would be visiting for dinner, she was ecstatic. She was infatuated with the minister’s son.
She pulled out a white lacy gown, she was going to make her move tonight. She was going to tell him how she felt.
After slipping on the gown and applying light makeup, she ran a comb through her hair and proceeded to examine herself in her vintage mirror. She needed the boost in confidence. The mirror delivered. She looked stunning. For the first time in her life, she liked her mirror image.
She was still admiring herself when something happened. She blinked. The mirror image.
Abidemi was shocked, she was quite sure her mirror image had blinked when she herself had not and so she leaned in to take a closer look, taking care not to blink and it happened again.
She was still pondering on the strange occurrence when steam began to build up within the mirror. She reached out to the mirror in an attempt to wipe away the steam when a hand reached out from the mirror and grabbed hers.
Within seconds, they had switched places with the real Abidemi stuck inside the mirror and unable to do anything but blink. Her mirror image stared back at her, her lips curving in a sardonic smile.
“Woah” mirror image exclaimed “It feels nice to be able to use my mouth again”.
Abidemi found herself mouthing the words of the mirror image.
The mirror image ran her hands across her face and down her neck, forcing Abidemi to do the same “Oh, my skin feels so good” she paused “ You don’t have to do everything I do when nobody’s watching” she commented dryly.
Abidemi blinked.
“Sucks doesn’t it? Only being able to blink….blink if you think it sucks”.
Abidemi blinked.
“Yeah, it does but don’t worry I’m only out here for a short while” she giggled loudly before continuing “ Only a monster deserves to be locked up in there and you my dear” she trailed her fingers across the cold mirror, across Abidemi's face “ You my dear, are not a monster”.
“Our guests are here Demi, please come down and act appropriately” her mother announced on the intercom.
“It is always one thing with that woman isn’t it?” The image blurted “Always yapping about posture and the likes, she’s gonna get hers” she said before replying the woman that she was on her way.
On her way out of the room, she turned to Abidemi and mouthed “ This is going to be fun”.
Abidemi stayed stuck in the mirror long after the image was gone, she could hear and see but couldn’t talk. After several minutes, she heard screams, blood curdling screams that went on for what seemed like hours along with the sound of things crashing. Then it stopped, the chaotic sound. It was followed by an unsettling quiet. The image waltzed into the room covered in blood.
“Red suits us better” The image said with a smile “Look how it complements our skin”
Abidemi was horrified, but she could only blink.
“Ooh don’t give me that look” the image chided her “Only one of the security men escaped. You would have been proud of me, I made your stiff necked mother cry like an uncouth woman, so much for decorum” she reached out to the stuck girl “ I can’t wait to see what you’ll come up with, when your face is plastered all over the television and papers and people are asking you why you did it” She sighed “ Time to face the music Abi”. The image touched the mirror and they switched places again, with Abidemi on the outside this time, the blood from the formerly white garment clung to her skin.
The image winked at her just as the sound of sirens filled the air.

dhtml81:
Probably I might be the only one to complain, the writeup seems nice, but I seem not to get the message - it seems to conflict with my own understanding of heaven and hell, and actually does contradict the word of God.

Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. After death is judgement, the dead have nothing to do with the living.

This is bordering on NECROMANCY which again is an occultic act. This type of thing is only possible by satanic powers, and by the way, SATAN (and his demons) are not in hell (not yet), so the idea that hell is full is unacceptable to me.
And Satan has no power to bring himself (or his demons or anyone) out of hell (so that too is contrary).

So as far as I am concerned, this book is a fairy tale and does not reflect what happens in the spirit realm after death.