The old legend told in my family over the ages states:
Alice of Navarone with jet black hair
Calls to you with deep despair,
‘Let me out’ she calls on a fateful day
Through mirrors she calls a certain way,
A way that one cannot explain
Until Alice of Navarone comes again.
It has always been an old legend to scare the young ones. Alice of the Navarone islands will finally come through your mirror one day and take revenge on those that trapped her there. We pranked our little cousin to take out his closet door which had a mirror on it once. He had put the closet door outside every night. After he had come back one night I told him it wasn’t true and we were messing with him, but he said
“I won’t take any chances.”
So I said “oh well” and went to sleep.
That night I had heard someone calling me by name
“Jack, Let me out please... Jack… please” It sounded exactly like my little cousin and I ran into his room. He was fast asleep.
“I must be hearing things” I thought. So I splashed some water on my face in the bathroom and I looked into the mirror.
Alice of Navarone with jet black hair
Calls to you with deep despair,
‘Let me out’ she calls on a fateful day
Through mirrors she calls a certain way,
A way that one cannot explain
Until Alice of Navarone comes again.
It has always been an old legend to scare the young ones. Alice of the Navarone islands will finally come through your mirror one day and take revenge on those that trapped her there. We pranked our little cousin to take out his closet door which had a mirror on it once. He had put the closet door outside every night. After he had come back one night I told him it wasn’t true and we were messing with him, but he said
“I won’t take any chances.”
So I said “oh well” and went to sleep.
That night I had heard someone calling me by name
“Jack, Let me out please... Jack… please” It sounded exactly like my little cousin and I ran into his room. He was fast asleep.
“I must be hearing things” I thought. So I splashed some water on my face in the bathroom and I looked into the mirror.
“Let me out... please” this was not my little cousin. It didn’t even sound like him anymore. It now sounded like a girl actually crying for help. I ran downstairs and called my sister. She ran to the bathroom and started taking it off its hooks.
“What are you doing!?” I exclaimed.
“Take it to the balcony” I started helping her without knowing the full plan. My sister hangs it over the balcony and says
“Come on out Alice, I give you permission to come out.” A hand started creeping out to which shoulders followed.
“WHAT!! Are you INSANE?”
“If anyone falls from here it would surely kill them. Especially if they land on their head.”
“What are you doing!?” I exclaimed.
“Take it to the balcony” I started helping her without knowing the full plan. My sister hangs it over the balcony and says
“Come on out Alice, I give you permission to come out.” A hand started creeping out to which shoulders followed.
“WHAT!! Are you INSANE?”
“If anyone falls from here it would surely kill them. Especially if they land on their head.”
And that's exactly what happened. Black haired Alice fell to her doom from our balcony. We set the mirror down and look at the crumpled body on the floor. She rolls onto her back due to the landing, and silently lays. Then as if on cue her eyes dart open and stare at me with no emotion in her black soulless eyes.