( A very short story , just a smidgen away from being true )
A family once of five they moved into a house so big
That was half way up a mountain ever so very high
And this oldest home needed lots of love and renovation
So they thought that as a family they would together try
Within this oldest home was a very largest ever mirror
Aged at least one thousand years or maybe even more
The Agents deal was who ever bought the home that they
Would vow to never move the mirror from at any time for sure
So they moved in al the parents made the family promise
As it was vowed to Agents and they all said that they understood
It was as old as time this mirror to look at it where it was
From the floor to the ceiling with a thick frame of oldest wood
And there next to it something written in un known language
Calved into the side of the mirror so very long long ago it seems
But all promised never to move or do anything to this old piece
Although the younger ones ignored it as it all seemed extreme
Away up in high within the attic was a trunk of the same age
And it had been locked up there so very long ago it was told
And that just like the mirror it was as well to be all hands off
As it was told by Agents a curse was placed on it in days of old
Well that mirror and the trunk both stood untouched for years
Long after the family they had moved into this biggest house
But of nights they'd hear sighs and crying coming from a distance
Mostly always when all was dark and late and quiet as a mouse
One day when the rest of the family had gone to town to shops
They left a son at home to mind things and the house that be
And as it was he simply could not resist the trunk in the attic
What was really in there he simply ever so wanted thus to see
Up he went and he banged and whacked and hammered it so
And all of a sudden the old lock right to the floor it had then fell
And the only thing he found was that was in there an oldest gown
But of what he had after the vow done he could never ever tell
He left it right there unlocked for the while not real sure
What if anything he should ever do about what he'd done true
After all he thought what with an oldest dusty gown such as this
Would he ever do he thought as this gown was very far from new
One day later from a local university came a man who studied so
They had him later on take a look at mirror and message there
To their surprise he could read most of it as of this he did know
The story it told it was a surprise to them way beyond compare
It seemed a mistress of the master long ago came to the house
And after which the master's wife she came home by surprise
And not knowing where to hide at all the mistress hidden herself
Behind this big mirror to escape the masters wife's searching eyes
Now she was so undressed at the time so the master he had put
Her gown up in the attic in a largest trunk and then locked it there
But the master's wife she was involved in witchery and she said
I put a curse on whoever was here to last forever I do swear
The mistress had due to the curse become part of the mirror
Forever more she was caught in this mirror without her gown
And it was that if she could ever find her clothes that she wore
She would escape the curse and the house so far away from town
So the son hearing this thought he would return her gown to her
And he then thought that she might be appreciative to him if so
But what he had not thought of at all during all of this plan of his
Was he looked so much like this oldest master wouldn't you know
The son he took that old dusty gown to the mirror one dark night
Before he knew it the mistress was out of the mirror and he was in
And his clothes were then locked in that old chest up in the attic
By some unknown strange state of events without a single noise or din
Now his parents not being able to find their son at all they searched
And later they noticed the banged and bent lock hanging on it there
Thinking he might be in it they eventually got it off with some trouble
And to their surprise there was his clothes now dusty showing wear
No sign of him appeared for years after that and then one sunny day
Looking at this mirror they noticed the message on it that now it read
I'm sorry I didn't listen but I'm stuck in this mirror naked as a jay bird
And I wished to God I had listened and done what the agent said instead.
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