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Mirror Mirror-1

Something strange happened last week, it has left me speechless, weak and scared. If I told you, if I shared this occurrence with you, you wouldn’t believe me; you’ll probably think I am making it up, but I am still shocked, and that’s why I have been unable to share with anyone since then, until now.
I live alone, in a one-bedroom flat, with a small kitchen and a fairly moderate bathroom. When I am not in the living room watching movies or working from home at the table, I am in the kitchen making some nice meals or getting my rest in the bedroom. My house is located off town, in a rather semi-rural environment, as I will describe it. So, lots of people live here, and every necessary amenity, like marketplace, hospitals, schools etc is available which makes it a comfortable place to live in. i like the market days, which are usually every Tuesdays and Fridays, because you’re sure of getting good and new stock especially fresh fruits and and food produce these days, nobody wants stale products, i mean, none that i know of.
I have good neighbours, at least that’s what I see, but among them all, there’s a nosy one, I mean, a few of them are nosy, but this is the nosiest one among them all, it is his lifestyle. I don't want to judge, but it seems he’s unable to differentiate between being friendly and being friendly. Some think he’s just being friendly, but I think he’s just being a bit friendly and a bit more nosy. Although, sometimes i am forced to agree with them, especially when it’s been quiet all day, so quiet that you can hear the air pass by, and this guy comes home from work, saying ‘hello’ and greeting everyone around, while making small jokes, at least the wave of that small ‘noise’ gives me a relief that the world has ended yet, funny! Oh, and before I forget, his name is Peter. Nosy Peter, as I would call him in my head. I will tell you about the other neighbours later.
I used to have a medium-sized mirror that I used every day. Unfortunately, when I was moving in here 10 months ago, the helpers accidentally let it fall, and it shattered, so I threw away the very small pieces and stuck with a bigger piece. I was going to buy a new one, I had told myself. Well, it’s either that I am too busy or I am forgetting, so I didn’t get a new one. I was still managing the broken piece, pending when I’ll get a new one. Anyway, 2 months ago, I got one, a life-sized one.
It was on a pleasant Friday noon, it had rained that morning, so the weather was cool, the smell of soft grasses, the bright coloured birds chirping in a nearby tree, oh, how marvellous the day looked. I decided to make stir-fry spaghetti with some air-fried chicken, but I had to go to the market first, because I lacked some items needed for the meal, especially the fresh vegetables, and what better day would it be to go to the market if not on a Friday? It was a 20-minute ride to the market, and I had written a list of everything I needed, so I bought them. I needed extra cash in hand for some snacks. I asked and was directed to an ATM just beside the ATM building. I saw a shop selling mirrors and other items. Well, it wasn’t in my list for the day, but I saw one. Life-sized, finished with some sort of wooden carvings, it was like an artwork, and I love artworks. In fact, you’ll see a few of them in my apartment, I mean, who doesn’t like good things, definitely not me. I went over and bargained the price with the seller, and how happy I was when we agreed on a price, I paid, and happily came home. I got to the gate, and guess who I met walking towards me, Nosy Peter, lord, I didn’t want to talk much with this guy, I am hungry. Luckily for me, he just said hello and admired the mirror; he even told me it looked out of this world, and wanted to know how much I got it and where exactly. Why is he always nosy? Anyway, I found a good spot for it in my bedroom, it was a piece of art, and I was proud. The few days I worked onsite and had to report to the office, I would dress smartly and admire myself in the mirror; at least it showed me head-to-toe artistically.
About a month later, I started feeling unwell, perhaps I was drained due to work, and would mostly forget a lot of things, but I came back home from work one evening to find my kitchen really cleaned and everything set appropriately. I always cleaned my kitchen, but this very cleaning was more than what I could do; well, I waved it off, because I thought it could have been me, and I forgot. A few days later, I discovered my tiny jewellery was missing, rings, neck chain, I wore them to work days before then, so it’s either I mistakenly dropped them, or someone stole them. My rings fit so well, so they wouldn’t have dropped. Someone was sneaking into my house to pick things, but my doors are usually properly locked, so maybe I dropped them somewhere. By the next morning, I saw a small grain of sand by my window; I probably didn’t clean there well enough the other day. I was becoming more stressed with my work. I even started to look old and drained whenever I looked in the mirror. I needed some time off, but my boss won't approve.
It wasn't until last week that I knew exactly what was happening. I was doing my weekend routine cleanup, i had cleaned the windows and doors properly, washed th kitchen and bathroom floors, discarded the refuse, cleaned all the furnitures, and was wiping the mirror, i mean my artistic mirror when i noticed very little words engraved at the lowe end, you cant even see it, until you get close, close enough to want to wipe clean that tiny difficult dirt. The letters written were LAK LAK LEMI MEKSA. Immediately I read it out, I felt numb, and it was as if my head was swelling up, and I was too weak and heavy to move, but I fell to the ground, and caught an instant fever. I took some Aspirin. I was dizzy and fell asleep.
It was dark when I woke up, so I went to the kitchen to microwave just any available meal I had. That was when I saw her, yes, it's a she. She walked towards me and said ‘Thank you for bringing me here’, How? I don't even know her. She was beautiful, she looked me in the eyes, caressed my face and held my throat, she was going to suffocate me, I tried fighting back, but I couldn’t, she overpowered me, that’s when I woke up. That means I was dreaming. Immediately, I woke up, opened my eyes, and she was there, staring at me. She said…

I hope front seat ain't full yet, one bag of popcorn needed

Wow, what a wonderful story, I love it.. And picked few things there. Thumbs up @spiritualonyx

Hello, good evening and sorry for the super long break. Actually forgot about here as there were lot on my hands then.
I'll be dropping updates on the story soon,

One bag of popcorn needed at the front seat :

I like the twists and turns it's taking

I love it already, following