Trace Wilder was your normal eight year old boy. He loved sports, cars, trucks and his family. Most days Trace was well behaved and his parents rarely grounded him. However one day that changed. It was just after his parents told him that they would be moving. 

Taking his temper out on a window. Trace smashes it with a glass. Angry at her sons temper tantrum the mother grounds him. Sending him to his room to pack.

Deciding he wasn't going to do what she wanted he ran. He didn't know where he was going. He ran and ran until he came to an old abandoned house. Deciding this is where he would camp out. He went inside.

The house looked as if the previous owners simply vanished. Their last meal still set out on the table. Flies circled around it's contents and a foul smell filled the stale air.

One thing though caught his attention. A mirror. It was smashed up, shattered into a million pieces.

Ever the curious boy he picks up a broken piece cutting himself. A trickle of blood seeps onto the broken piece and soon the room changes. Life springs up before his eyes.

The people were dressed strangely in a fashion he had never seen before. They all seemed to ignore him as he tried to ask where he was.

"Boy you looked lost." A woman said to him.

Stifling tears the boy nodded.

"Do you want me to help you find your parents?"  Again Trace nodded.

"Ok. Let's find them" she said as she took Trace's hand. They searched the whole house and Trace didn't see them at all. Now tears silently streaked his face.

"It's ok. Maybe they are outside. Let's go see." She urged the young boy. Taking the woman's hand again. He allowed her to take him outside.

Outside the boy recognized the street he was on. He pointed towards his house. "That one there is my home." He said happily.

She nodded and silently led him towards the house. Once there he opened the door.

"Mom! Dad!" He called out. There was no answer. He wondered the house checking each room. The woman silently following behind him.

He didn't find his parents anywhere. He broke down,  balling.  The woman with a sad smile tried to cheer the boy up. She promised him that she would stay with him until his parents returned. He nodded his head and continued to cry.

The night wore on and still Trace's parents hadn't returned. The woman sat quietly holding the sobbing boy. Soon the boy fell asleep.

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The mother frantically searched her home. She couldn't find Trace anywhere. And she made a frantic call to her husband. He rushed home from work and together the parents searched. They went to every house asking if anyone had seen their son. Each person shook their heads no.

The day turned to night and still the parents couldn't their boy. Fear of him being taken became over bearing and they phoned the police.

The cops came and took their statements and had their search dogs scout the area. They couldn't even find the boy.

Two days paced and Trace was nowhere to be found. The parents were devastated and refused to leave there home. They prayed for the son's return.

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The woman lifted the boy off her lap and placed him gently on the couch. The night was turning to day and still the boys parents hadn't returned.

Deciding she should search the house for some sign of the parents whereabouts, she set off into the kitchen. There was evidence of a meal having being made. Turning away from the kitchen, she headed up the stairs.

Searching each room the woman found the boys room. She picked out some cloths and headed back downstairs.

Placing the cloths beside the couch. The woman headed to the washroom. Washing her face the woman looked up. She screamed when she saw her reflection.

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