She'd only been dead for three months but it felt like forever.
The glimpses of her former life were pure torture.
To be able to see your loved ones in such pain when you are
utterly unable to help them is hell.
It got worse when she looked in on her wife and saw her
trying to reach out.
She was using a ouija board.
There was a slight tugging sensation all around her as her
partner began asking the usual questions like "are you there?",
"can you hear me?" etcetera.
The tugging grew stronger as she got closer to the board.
She was almost reaching through the mirror now, so close...
Suddenly she was yanked back through the mirror.
As she tried to re-orientate herself she heard a bloodcurdling
screech coming from the other side.
Her wife lay spasming on the floor, blood pouring from her
eyes and mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity she stopped and sat up.
Her eyes were the wrong colour.
She looked like something was wearing her skin.
Smirking the thing wearing her wife walked over to the mirror
and smashed it with her bare hand.
The weeks following that were the worst.
She could only watch as the thing using her love broke every
relationship she'd had with both of their families, their friends
and coworkers.
When she was done with that she began to bring people home.
They never left.
She gave up looking in on her former partner for many months
until she felt the tugging again.
It took her to a bathroom mirror where the thing wearing her wife stood.
They had been saying her name like a kid chanting Bloody Mary.
Grinning just like her wife used to they loaded a single bullet into a pistol.
They put the gun to her head.
Maybe I'll see her again?
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