My parents have been dead for a year now and I still couldn't figure out who killed them. I cried while hugging my family photo. I missed them dearly and felt miserable as I couldn't find the killers. The police are not so helpful, they just want to close the case and after a while my talking meant nothing to them. My family's death was nothing to them.

But I can't shrug it off like that, I will find the killers and kill them with my own hands. Yes two people killed my parents and I was the sole witness. There were no signs of trespassing. We were sitting on the couch, watching TV with my family peacefully but then someone rushed from us behind and stabbed my mom and dad , blood splattered on my face as I screamed in horror. They climbed upon my parents stabbing them to death. My breath became uneven as they looked at me. They had their face covered with a mask but somehow those eyes felt familiar to me. I started running as they followed me. I rushed into my room and locked the door. I got my phone and called the police. Soon enough they will breakdown this door and kill me. I carried my cupboard and placed it against the door. I sat down resting my head against the cupboard as I cried in pain. The pain of losing your parents in front of your very own eyes. The fear of death. I covered my ears but soon the banging stopped. I should not be fooled by this, I never left my place until the police broke down and entered through the front door. They knocked upon my door as I whimpered but hearing them made me feel safe I opened the door and dropped to my knees crying miserably. Investigations were conducted and there were no signs of trespassing.

Strangely  they both came from my parents room but there is no window there. I couldn't see their faces only their eyes and it did not help much with the investigation.
They did not just kill my parents they wanted to kill me too but why?
My parents are not the type of person to have badblood with them. My parents are researchers maybe they have found something and it lead to their death. But then why am I connected to this? Why did they aim for me?. There were only fingerprints of my parents found. It's as if they don't exist and appeared from thin air.

I went to my parents room as I sat in front of a huge mirror. I hugged my parents cloth as I started crying. I went near the mirror and saw my parents pic stuck in the mirror. I caressed their faces as I wanted to be a part of it. But then the mirror weirdly glowed, I held my parents photo but when I extended my hand towards the mirror it went into it . My hand was now inside a mirror. I walked in to find answers to my questions. I came out of a mirror which glowed for a while and then lost its shine. I touched it and it was just plane glass. I turned around and observed the room. Strangely I knew this room but also did not. My parents room decorated with luxury. Everything felt great rather than the room back home which was old and the wallpaper holding to its dear life, half shredded by mice, a dirty mirror which lead me to this fantasy.

There entered the room, a woman who is none other than my mom.

To be continued