The World of Myth Magazine

It was nightmare, it had to be, nothing else made sense. Though how one could make sense out of nonsense wasn't exactly clear at this moment. I seemed to be in my wardrobe mirror, looking out at myself sleeping. Standing by my bed was a figure dressed in black. I shuddered in fear. It was almost humanoid in shape. There were no discernible features. All I could see were dark pools where there should be eyes. It's stillness and the miasma of despair that clung to it was overwhelming. I felt ice cold, as if in shock. A scream was building I had fight to suppress.

I slowly became aware I was no longer alone in the mirror. What now? My heart was beating very fast, and my throat was dry. My head turned, almost against my will, and there was my grandma! This was becoming the weirdest nightmare ever. Grandma was looking worried, but she still had the same sweet smile I knew.

"Grandma, what is happening, how can we be in a mirror?"

"It was the first thing I could think of to keep you hidden. Because I am a water witch anything that shows a reflection, has to do what they are bidden."

"Next question grandma, what is it and what does it want?"

"It's a Spirit Catcher, and it wants you because of your lineage."

"We have a lineage, cool"

"Not so cool if your destiny is to destroy Spirit Catchers." Grandma replied wryly.

I could see why they might find that a touch annoying.

"What now, how do I destroy it?"

"There is only one way, you have to speak to it, get its name. There is an incantation you must say, then, get out of there."

"That's a plan?"

"It's all I've got. I'll send your spirit back to your body. Talk to it nicely. It'll be knocked of kilter. Then say, ‘I'm Amy, and you are?', and we will have some fun."

Fun? I had no choice, I nodded, and whoosh, I was back in my body again. I sat up; the Spirit Catcher recoiled. Smiling, I said sweetly.

"Hi, how are you today?"

"Uh, fine."

"I'm Amy, and you are?"

I asked the vital question and heard the slimy silhouette say, "It is Nigel."

Come on, Nigel? Seriously? This was no time to point out that he wasn't going to strike terror into the hearts of his victims with that name. I needed to act.

I shouted "Nigel, go from this place, forget this face, forever."

He imploded, I collapsed, grandma said, stepping out of the mirror,

"In limbo, he'll get what he deserves."

so casually, as if this was just another visit for a coffee and a catch-up.

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