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Crouching with her legs huddled, she held the lamp griped and looked at the mirror, her aunt had
gone to bed and she unable to sleep had sneaked into the spare bedroom on the top floor.

'That place is forbidden dear, there is nothing of interest anyway...now off to bed Julie' her aunt had said to her when she had enquired about the room upstairs. Julie could hear her snorts whilst crept past her bedroom to walk up the spiral staircase to the top bedroom.

It was dark and dusty, but stranger was the absence of any furniture, only a tall, long mirror that lay there on the wall. Julie felt disappointed but at closer inspection of the mirror thought that she saw something in the mirror so crouched down.

Her lamp was glistening but there was no reflection of her at first which didn't make sense. She moved the lamp closer to the mirror and then on investigation she could see there was an older woman staring at her holding a lamp.

The woman had grey hair, wrinkled and her face looked worn and pale, her lips were without much colour and she looked at Julie. Julie looked back at her inspecting her every move, as she mirrored her in every way.

As Julie looked closely she could see there was a tattoo on her foot which had faded slightly but still recognisable it was the same tattoo she had of small entwined branches. She looked at her tattoo and then back at her own one it was exactly in the same place. She moved the lamp closer, she had a wrap on the same colour that Julie had quickly wrapped to cover her naked body as she often slept in the nude. But the colour had too faded.

Julie wondered who this strange woman was, but then she saw the necklace the same one she was wearing hidden under her wrap, it was her, this woman was her. Julie dropped the lamp it rolled and in the same reflection so did the older version of Julie. This mirror had the ability to see into the future, to look at one's self and see how they looked older.

'Cough Cough... what was that' said her aunt, she could hear her thuds up coming to the spare bedroom. Julie quickly dashed to the wardrobe and hid behind the cupboard.

'What is this now' as her aunt picked up the lamp, Julie felt her body shiver, she had forgotten that she had dropped the lamp, and her aunt looked around the room unable to see her behind hiding.

'Ahh.... my beauty,... my mirror...' she looked into in, in the same way Julie did. Julie sneaked a peak from the side of the wardrobe and could see that her aunt's reflection. But there was no old woman at all, it was a young woman who was about twenty years old. It didn't make sense at all.

'Julie I knew you would come and have a look, yes....now I have your youth from the mirror....stupid girl'. As she sat Julie could see that her aunt's face was slightly different the wrinkles had lessened, her eyes were more sparkly and her hair less grey.

Her aunt got up from the mirror and walked away back down with a skip in her step, and Julie gasped as she sat trying to calm herself down. But she could see that her hands were shrivelled, she ran towards the mirror and saw her own reflection her eyes were worn and her hair was slightly paler.

Her aunt was stealing her beauty. Julie knew that she had to get out of the house, before she would no longer exist and her aunt would take all of her beauty.



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