Ed McCallister Takes a Stand: A haunted mirror’s curse

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A story that begins with a haunted mirror and ends… we know not where

In Harlow’s Edge, Ed McCallister’s tranquil retirement is shattered when his heirloom mirror starts reflecting more than just his image. As unexplained phenomena begin to occur, Ed faces a chilling truth that lies just beyond the glass.

“Ed McCallister Takes a Stand” is a tale where ordinary life collides with the extraordinary, and a simple reflection can hold the deepest of mysteries.

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Ed McCallister Takes a Stand

On a crisp autumn evening, the town of Harlow’s Edge seemed to retreat early into the shadows, the day’s last light clinging to the rooftiles like a lingering goodbye. Ed McCallister, a retired librarian with more curiosity than a cat, sat silently on his porch, his gaze tracing the creeping fog that seemed to draw a veil over the world.

The town had long stopped paying mind to Ed’s old colonial house, with its peeling paint and the ivy that hugged its sides a bit too tightly, as if it were trying to keep the secrets within from spilling out. But secrets have a way of whispering through the cracks when the air grows cold and the nights stretch long.

The house had always settled with the groans and sighs of the old and tired, but tonight, it spoke in taps and scratches, a Morse code that Ed felt rather than heard. The tapping seemed to beckon him, a subtle yet insistent drumming that seemed almost… expectant.

Shaking off the unease, Ed ventured inside, the weight of years in his bones but a spark of resolve in his step. The sound drew him not towards the shadows of the living room, nor the silence of the study, but to the upstairs bathroom. Here, the air held a chill that made his breath visible.

Ed stood before the bathroom mirror. It reflected a life lived, lines mapped on his face like roads to bygone places. But tonight, there was an extra line, a fine crack in the glass that hadn’t been there before. As he watched, another appeared, then another, a web of fractures spreading silently across the mirror.

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With a suddenness that made him start, the cracks ceased their creeping, snapping Ed back to a reality where he was left staring at his lone reflection. The rhythmic tap-tap-tapping halted, and a profound silence filled the room, enveloping him. As he leaned closer to the mirror, his heartbeat seemed to synchronize with a faint pulsing behind the glass.

“You can’t have it,” Ed whispered, a statement more than a declaration, an instinctive defense of his life, his very essence. Just as the words left his lips, the pulsing ceased, and a warmth spread through the room, comforting in its familiarity. Ed let out a long breath, watching as his reflection steadied into normalcy — the mirror just a mirror once again.

Yet, this transient peace was undercut by the relentless pounding of his own heart, audible even in the ensuing quiet. The warmth of the room could not thaw the chill of apprehension that clung to him. Ed’s breath fogged the glass, hiding the healed fractures momentarily before he cleared the moisture away with a trembling palm. It was as if the previous events were mere illusions, tricks played by a tired mind.

But the room felt different now, as if the air itself had thickened, charged with an unseen energy. He was compelled to look deeper, deeper into that haunted mirror… to search the glass for truths that defied natural law, for he knew that the stillness of the room was but a thin veneer over something inexplicable, something that had not fully retreated but merely paused, gathering itself for purposes only it understood.

But Ed McCallister was not a man given to flights of fancy. The years had worn away at many things, but his sharp mind wasn’t one of them. He stood there, the faded wallpaper curling at the edges of his vision, the air stale with the scent of old wood and older memories. He was rooted to the spot, not by fear, but by a determination that the fading twilight of his years would not be dimmed by shadows not of his own making.

With a resolute breath, Ed reached out and touched the glass. Cold to the touch, it felt thicker somehow, as if it were a barrier to something far more tangible than his own reflection. His eyes narrowed, peering into his own reflected eyes, searching for a sign of the intruder who had dared to enter his sanctuary.

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Then he saw it — not in the mirror, but behind him. A shadow where no shadow should be, in the corner of the small bathroom. It was a darkness that seemed to suck in the feeble light, a blackness that logic and reason could not explain.

Ed spun around, heart racing, facing the corner directly. The shadow flickered, as if it were a flame about to be extinguished, yet it persisted. It pulsed, not in time with his heart, but in opposition, a counterpoint rhythm that seemed to be trying to sync with his life force, to drag it into the depths of the glass.

“You can’t have it,” Ed said again, louder this time, his voice not frail but filled with a lifetime’s worth of steel. He didn’t know to whom or what he spoke, but the words felt like a shield, an affirmation of his presence, his right to exist unhaunted and unclaimed.

The room dropped in temperature, a chill that seeped into his bones, a cold that felt almost personal in its intensity. But as quickly as it had come, the shadow receded, the cold dissipated, and the light bulb overhead flickered back to full life.

Ed remained unmoved, watching the corner until the normal shadows of evening returned. The mirror was just a mirror, the room just a room, and Ed McCallister was alone — truly alone. Nothing haunted here.

He left the bathroom, leaving the light on, a solitary beacon against the night. As he settled back onto his porch, the fog outside seemed to retreat, as if conceding to an unspoken truce. Ed knew, though, that the night was not done with him, and he was not done with it. Whatever had come for him was biding its time, but Ed McCallister had stood his ground. He would be ready when the darkness dared to creep in once more. 👻

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