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About Libby’s Mirror: A Tale of Terror (Unabridged)

Libby’s mommy was sweet and Libby was Daddy’s girl. Mommy got her a mirror at a garage sale and Daddy made goofy faces with her. Tummy Bear and Joe the Lion didn’t seem to like the mirror and maybe the mirror didn’t like them. Libby was pretty sure the mirror didn’t like her either because it stopped showing her face. Content Warning: This story contains very dark and disturbing imagery including bloody horror and a child in danger. It is intended for mature adults and any guardians should review the content prior to making it available to a minor in their care. A preview: Libby stopped in the doorway. Her eyes staring at the mound of fluff on her bright yellow comforter, she made it to the edge of her bed and stood on wobbly legs. Her thoughts were jumbled and full of fear. She saw the empty carcasses of Tummy Bear and Joe Lion sitting pitifully in their normal places, but with emptied bellies and bodies, the stuffing cut from them and pulled out in cotton candy heaps around them. Her eyes followed the heaps and she saw her safety scissors lying close by, their blue handles touching the pink scalloped shell of the compact. The toy was open and the mirror inside now had a crack running the length of it. Libby looked down into it, feeling the tears run soft and wet down her face to hit the cheap mirror with little plops that pooled and shifted her image. Her tears made it worse; she looked like some old goblin from the fairy tale book her mom read to her at night. The space with her missing tooth swelled and filled her mouth.