"They say: be careful what you wish for..."
When Jenna Pratt wishes death upon her parents for her thirteenth birthday, she discovers someone who claims to be her guardian angel.
Rosalanea lives in the other world behind the living room mirror, and...
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My eyes flutter open, and I see my ceiling. Rubbing my face, I sit up and yawn, trying to recall the events of yesterday — which was a long day, to say the least. I remember that around 11-O'clock last night, I fell asleep on the couch in the cottage. I was wary about closing my eyes at first, but I was so exhausted, that, eventually, I fell asleep involuntarily.
A sound rings in my ears. Looking to my right, I see an alarm playing on my phone. Picking up the device, I see in all capital letters: IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE!
I jump up to my feet. For a moment, I forgot about the holidays. Sighing, I begin to walk downstairs, not at all excepting for my parents to be in the living room.
"Good morning, honey," my mother smiles. She gets up from the couch, hands me a mug of hot chocolate, and gives me a kiss on the forehead.
I don't know how to respond; this is just like Christmas before Jake died, which I thought I would never experience again.
My father looks at me, and smiles. My father never smiles anymore. This is all so strange.
Turning around, I gasp. There is a beautiful Christmas tree with blinking lights. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I'd say that it's straight out of a movie.
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I walk towards it, not knowing what to say. Reaching out with my hand, I touch it, mouth agape and eyes wide. Finally, I say something. "W-When...?"
My mother giggles, "We've been preparing it all morning while you were asleep."
I nod, ecstasy coursing through my body. Finally, things were becoming normal — like they were before. A sense of normalcy is all I ever wanted.
My father turns on the television, and a movie plays. It's my favorite Christmas movie: Home Alone. He gestures for me to sit next to him, and I grin. Together, my father, mother and I sit on the couch. The movie begins to play.
A small pang of pain hits my heart, and I feel like there is something missing; as if I'm half empty somewhere. I realize that what's missing from this picture-perfect moment is Jake. For a moment, sadness fills me. But quickly, I shake it off. I want to enjoy this moment.
About halfway through the movie, I look at the mirror, and gasp. It's Rosalanea, peeking through the mirror.
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I grab my father's hand, heart beating erratically, muscles tensing. My father notices, and follows my eyes. I know he sees it too.
Rosalanea doesn't look pleased at all.
Just as quickly as she showed up, she disappears. But I can't forget the angry look in her eyes.
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Author's Note: I scared myself while writing this wtf.
ANYHOW, thank you for bringing this book to #96 in Horror! This is amazing, especially considering that I just posted a week ago! And this wouldn't have been possible without you all!
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