The Demon in the Mirror: A Paranormal Academy Thriller Short Story by Jessaca Willis

Author:Jessaca Willis [Willis, Jessaca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon
Published: 2019-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

xxx DEATH OF A DEMON xxx

It’s hardly dinner time yet, but by the time we arrive to the lake the purple hues of twilight cast a shadow over the meadow.

Without wasting a second, Damaris starts plucking flowers. “Only grab the yellow and orange ones. Those were Hazel’s favorite colors.”

I don’t want to be out here longer than we need to be. Not only am I not a fan of getting my clothes drenched, but I’m also starting to notice how eerily quiet it is all the way out here by the lake. I mean, we’re still on campus grounds, so in theory we’re more protected here than we would be out in the city, but it still feels like we are way too far away from everyone else, considering there is a serial killer on the loose. Maybe it’s just a trick of the mind though, like the way whenever I find myself in a classroom after dark, or alone in the dormitory, I start worrying that someone or something might be lurking in the shadows.

Maybe it’s just because the meadow is so open that it makes me feel like we’re being watched.

Hastily, I kneel to start my own bouquet. If flowers will help put Hazel to rest, and help the others feel at peace, then it’s the least we can do. Plus, it can’t hurt to show the other students a gesture of good will, or whatever it’s called. Maybe if they see me at the vigil, they will stop thinking I murdered everyone.

When I’m holding at least a dozen orange flowers, their petals brilliant in the twilight’s glow, I yell over my shoulder. “How many do you want me to grab?”

Another burst of lightning brightens the flowers at my feet, and I spot an especially beautiful poppy. After a few seconds, the rumble of thunder vibrates the ground beneath me, but as I reach for the flower, I realize the thunder sounds muffled. Damaris never responded either.

Fear thrusts me to my feet. I scan the forest before me first, unblinking, too afraid to look back toward Damaris just yet. For a fraction of a second, I convince myself there’s nothing to see. But then one of the trees glistens. The others start shimmering too, like I’m looking at them through a giant, soapy lens. Like a bubble.

I know in an instant what it means: I’m trapped inside some kind of magical barrier.

I spin on my heels so fast that I tear the beautiful flower I was going to pluck.

Beside me, blocking the path that Damaris and I walked up, are two students, and I recognize them both.

The first is—was—Hazel’s girlfriend, Neryma, a fourth-year seraphim that I barely know anything about, except that she moved all the way from Osaka to attend the academy. Everything about her is neat and tidy, from her smooth, long hair, to the delicate way her hands are clasped neatly at her hips, to her pressed uniform—not that the Academy of the Forsaken has a uniform, but her outfit looks like one, between the knitted vest and pleated skirt.

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