Reflections. The mirror an object, don't they? At least, that's what Konan thought they're supposed to do.

RATED: T for Gore.

3rd chapter AT LAST! I'm terribly sorry this took me a year to get up, but I'm in a horror mood as it is almost 2am and Halloween is fast approaching. Hooray for Saki writing Horror Stories again!
Inspired by Akatsuki No Naku Koro Ni by my good friend, x-Hana-x, on DeviantART, Neopets boards and Vira from the Neopets villains. (Feels like a kid again.)

Konan is up. Enjoy!

Do I own Naruto? NO.

Reflections or Ghouls?

Konan loved mirrors. Loved to look in them, loved to see her reflection, loved having them in the room.

This young girl, in her early 20's, had traveled to antique stores outside her small town's boarders. She had recently moved to a new apartment and decided that she wanted to find the perfect mirror for her bare main hallway wall.

The blue-haired girl walked through the streets of the near-by town, searching and searching. Up ahead she spotted an old antique shop with a beautiful mirror propped up in the window. 'Perfect!' Konan thought.

An old Victorian-looking mirror. Cherry wood framing, shining glass, beautiful gold decorations. Curves and corners. Wonderful carvings. It looked fully restored! She couldn't pass this one up. Konan headed into the store to snatch it.

The old shop was pretty dusty looking; toys and trinkets lined the shelves, paintings hung on the walls in wait for some one to take them away, and collector dolls sat pretty behind the cashier. A redheaded boy sat on a stool behind the desk flipping through, what looked like, a wood-carving magazine with a bored look on his face.

She stepped up to the front desk. "Excuse me," The boy looked up. Sasori,his name-tag read. "How much does that mirror in the front window go for?" Sasori blinked and looked to the mirror, then back to Konan. "100 dollars, but I don't think you'd want that one, ma'am."

She looked at him in question, "Why not?"

"It's cursed." Sasori stated. "Every person who bought that mirror returned it here after a week or two, complaining and screeching that their reflection does strange things." Konan was taken aback. "Strange things? Like what?"

"Say you're staring into it. Wait long enough and you're reflection will do some crazy things. Scary faces, movements, anything. Even if you're standing still."

"And you believe it?"

"I've seen many strange things in my life here so far. I like to think a spirit's trapped in that thing."

"Nonsense," Konan waved her hand. "It's too beautiful for me to pass up. I'll take it." With that she handed him the 100.

"Don't say I didn't warn you. No refunds, either. I'm tired of that thing always coming back." Sasori sneered as he cashed in the money, calling back for another worker to help Konan in taking the mirror home.

"Happy sightings." Sasori smirked, resting his chin on his palm. "And a good day to you."


"Right there, if you please." Konan smiled to the worker as he placed the rather large mirror on her wall. "You sure like mirrors, ma'am. Well," He tipped his cap, "Good day. And don't worry. That crazy punk, Sasori, is always telling stories like that."

The worker took off, leaving Konan to admire the wonderful new attraction of her home.

Knock. Knock.

Konan turned to her front door.

"Nagato! Home already?" The navy-haired girl giggled when her boyfriend gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Got a new one, I see." He nodded over to the Victorian mirror. "Yes! Beautiful, isn't it?" The two headed to the small kitchen for a cup of tea.


The first few nights were normal. Konan felt as if she was over what the young redhead at the shop had told her. Nothing has happened yet! It can't be true. Can't believe everything a teen tells you now-a-days.

Well, that's what Konan though, until the 7th day with the mirror.

It hung in her front hall, such a nice sight to see when you enter the house.

Konan was rushing to get ready for work that morning. Quickly packing her documents and lunch into her briefcase, she grabbed a muffin to munch on along the way. Just before she dashed out the door, she took a look into the mirror. Turning her head left and right, fixing her hair a touch, she got a frightful surprise.

Her reflection's face twisted to that of a ghoul's. It cackled at her, reached out its arms to snatch her. She shrieked and fell back. The reflection snapped back to a proper mirror's glass. She stared at it, wide-eyed and panting, until she got up, dusted herself off and hurried out the door.

"My imagination." She concluded. "It has to be."


Days later came another unpleasant sight. Konan sat in her kitchen, reading the paper, and enjoying some strawberry ice-cream.

Tap. Tap.

Konan gazed up at the window. Nothing. It sounded like tapping glass. Her heart skipped a beat.

The cobalt-haired woman peered into the main hall to the 'cursed mirror'. A hand. Inside the glass. Was tapping. Trying to get out.

Konan hesitantly stepped into the hall. A move a minute. She made it to the mirror. Only to be met with a terrible sight.

She saw herself trapped within the mirror, behind the glass. Only one exception. No eyes.

Bloody sockets and a silent screaming face made the poor girl jump 10 feet in the air.

"Heeeeeelp!" It screeched. "Please help me!" It banged on the inside glass. Konan was out the door after a few moments of staring in horror at it.

Some people believe that reflections are not just the product of glass mirroring an object. They believe that a spirit is bound inside of it, forever trapped to reflecting what ever the outside object or being does. These spirits can be quite miserable.

However some can be quite crafty, some down-right insane.

At some point they may snap and break free of reflecting, instead playing with the outside being and frightening them.

So think about it next time you look at a mirror. Something strange might occur.


There you have it~ Chapter 3 of The Akatsuki Book Of Horror Stories. And yes, you'll be seeing Sasori's creepy antique shop in the future.

Next Chapter: Forward This Please!