As I was trying to sleep under my blanket, so warm and sleek

I suddenly heard a knock

I got up and wanted to take a peek

Whatever caused my shock

I got out of my bed

Walked over to where my window was

I was still tired so I rubbed my head

I assumed someone was throwing rocks at the window because

My friends have done this before

So they could have my attention

They haven’t broken the window but I think they shouldn’t do it anymore

If they break my window, it’ll be worse than going to detention

I grabbed my covers, grabbed them hard

Moved them to the side

To see my friends, Carl and Gard

But they weren’t there, they didn’t even hide

They just weren’t there, not even a little

And nothing was knocking on my window

It made me feel tricked, made me feel awful

Until what do I know?

I keep hearing knocking

Hitting against some glass loudly

I closed my covers and was looking

All around my room to even just slightly see

Who or what is causing all that ruckus

I then stopped moving my head

Staring at the cracked mirror, looking listless

Looking like I had to sleep and go to bed

I walked up to the cracked mirror

I noticed that the banging halted

As I got nearer

I started to breathe heavily, and as he did

He heard someone breathing heavier

As I got up close to the mirror, I saw my reflection

I kept hearing the breathing and it got louder

Moreover, the light projection

In my room, from my lamp

To the one in my closet

To the one next to the door that’s shaped like a tent in a camp

All of the light in my room, all of it

Started flickering

Off and on, off and on

It kept going and going

It got more intense as control of the room was gone

I stared at the cracked mirror

Then as the lights flickered quicker

I saw her

Staring at me, looking much grosser and deader

She told me that her name was Jenny

How she died in this house in June of 1897

When she tripped and busted her head, blood came out freely

On this mirror, making it cracked and her spirit stuck in

This cracked, old mirror in my room in this house

She told me that when I moved in

With my family, my dad and his spouse

She thought I was cuter than a Bobby pin

She wanted me to know her by hitting the glass on the cracked mirror

She’s done that for years, the miss

Yet I always tuned her out and never saw her

And I’ve never noticed her until now with this

She said she felt very lonely and ignored by me

She said with bitter aggression

But afterwards, she said this with a bit of glee

“Oh, well, at least I won’t be lonely anymore with this possession”

I was confused and scared by this thing

And so, I closed my eyes, hoping this would end

I heard no more breathing, no more lights flickering

I opened my eyes, and they got big and widened

I looked around more perturbed

As I saw nothing but darkness around me

I was quite disturbed

I saw the girl again, looking much more lively

She looked like a beautiful young girl

When I was looking at the cracked mirror

The type I would wanna see twirl

But I was still mad when I looked at her

She just looked at me

With a big smile on her face, she went through her hair

I hit the glass, banged on it intensely

She did not care

It was like she didn’t know that I existed

She stopped looking at the mirror and walked away

This was all so twisted

I begged her to explain what happened, to stay

But she just ignored me

And kept walking away

Until she stopped suddenly

And looked back to say

“It hurts to be ignored completely

To be left behind”

She said, raising her eyebrows and smiling deviously

Turning around and continuing to smile, being so unkind

Then I saw her slowly fading on this day

She also wanted to give me a gesture with her hand

But it was too late for her to flip me off as she went away

I stood there, struggling to understand

What just happened to me

Could I get out of here?

Could I ever be free?

Honestly, probably no, which is what I fear