Supernaturalville Book One: Tomb of the Haunted Bathroom

The ghost living in Sandra's bathroom mirror wasn't going away anytime soon. After Mr. and Mrs. Starbright left to go back to the Kendrick's party next door, the ghost wanted Sandra's attention more than ever. 

Locking the bathroom door behind her, Sandra couldn't ignore the little ghost boy crying and begging Sandra to get him out of the haunted bathroom mirror. He wasn't through pretending he wasn't going to do her any harm.

But Sandra knew if she wanted to be real to herself, she'd forget about ghosts who shouldn't be allowed to haunt the living without supervision. Sandra sighed and walked away from her bathroom down the hall to the left of her bedroom upstairs. 

"No such things as ghostly pests," Sandra muttered under her breath. She continued walking to her bedroom down the hall to the right. Ghosts don't believe in what's right to be real is actually a joke.

Sandra was about to walk into her dark bedroom down the hall. When suddenly, she turned and gasped. She saw the bathroom door unlock by itself and push open! "That's not good," Sandra whispered. Grabbing a flashlight out of her bedroom closet, Sandra turned the flashlight on. Walking slowly back down to the bathroom at the end of the hall, Sandra started to feel cold all over.

The ghost was not happy to be left alone and ignored. "I'm sorry what happened to you," Sandra said. "But I can help you get to like being a ghost," Sandra continued. She slowly walked to the open bathroom door. And pushed it open.

Shining the flashlight in the dark bathroom, Sandra gasped! The silver duct tape had been peeled off. Leaving strips of duct tape on the side of the bathroom mirror. In her reflection, was a young, little boy about seven or eight years old. He looked so pale and he was wanting to get out of the bathroom mirror.

There was nothing Sandra could do. "I'm sorry…what do you want from me?" Sandra asked, pleading as she walked closer to the bathroom mirror. With the wave of his hand, the little ghost boy made the bathroom door behind Sandra, close and shut by itself! "Do you know why you are dead and can see me?" Sandra asked, looking at the ghost boy with self-pity.

He remained silent and reached out his hand through the haunted bathroom mirror for Sandra to grab hold of him. Sandra didn't trust doing anything suspicious. "I have a life here in Supernaturalville," Sandra continued. "It's not my time to go anywhere with the deceased. I'm a survivor and can make life better without leaving normal life behind me," Sandra said.

The little ghost boy frowned and started crying loudly. He rubbed some tears out of his watery eyes. "Come play with me," the little ghost boy said, finally. He spoke in a strange, English accent. But Sandra could actually hear English words coming from the deceased little ghost boy stuck in the bathroom mirror.

Sighing, Sandra sat down on the toilet seat lid and shrugged. "I'm confused. You want me to be your friend and play with you? All because you don't want to be alone?" Sandra asked, looking at the sad, crying ghost boy in the bathroom mirror.

"Please, don't be upset!" Sandra complained. "Here, if it makes you feel better. I will join you and spend time with you as much as you'd like," Sandra said. Suddenly, this made the little ghost boy smile and sniffle his wet, runny nose and looked appreciated.

"I want to have a picnic in the graveyard where I was buried," the ghost boy said. Sandra suddenly felt nervous and her tummy rumbled. "I don't want to stay like this for long. If you hang out with me, I promise I can return to the living. Like I never got in an accident to begin with. With your help, you can help me not to be afraid of being a ghost. I beg you, you will experience ghost haunting a pleasurable experience. If you take my place, you will see there is nothing to be scared about being a ghost," he said, smiling.

"I'm not afraid of any ghosts out there!" Sandra snapped, folding her arms in half. "You think I can be friends with somebody already, undead? I can be your friend. And I can be your worst enemy. Don't get on my good side, and we'll get along just fine," Sandra said.

The ghost boy in the bathroom mirror was growing impatient. Suddenly, they gasped as they saw spooky shadows flying over the bright yellow, glowing full moon in the graveyard, where he was trapped. "I can't stay any longer," he said, mysteriously. "I have arranged a picnic for us two by the graveyard to understand what it means to be a ghost," the little ghost boy continued.

Sandra looked past the ghost boy floating above the ground at the mirror in the graveyard. She watched as a shadowy figure flying on a broomstick landed near the picnic by the apple trees on the hill next to the gravesite. Cackling the old, ugly witch dropped what seemed like an ordinary green apple into the ghost boy's picnic basket. She cackled some more and flew over the moon and disappeared behind some clouds in the sky.

"You should be careful who you trust," Sandra warned him. "What if I'm not the kind of person who'd believe you are meant to be a real person. If you can get me to understand the true nature of the human spirit, I would understand life better," Sandra said.

The mirror started to shake. The ghost boy was getting mad and impatient to keep him waiting. "Just join me already, Sandra Starbright! I don't have all day to wait for you!" he screamed, pounding his fists on the side of the bathroom mirror. Making it shake and tremble. 

"Maybe if you were nicer and asked me politely, I'd consider the offer," Sandra said. Slowly, the little ghost boy sighed heavily and remained calm. Sandra knew there would be consequences communicating with the deceased to get attention. "How do I get in through the mirror?" Sandra asked, suddenly interested.

This got the little ghost boy excited, she was wanting to be a part of his journey. "You need to prick your finger with a sharp needle and drop three spots of blood onto the mirror," he instructed, hoping Sandra was understanding his instructions.

Sandra looked disappointed. "You mean, I have to hurt myself to open the gate to the believable world of supernatural ghosts? Who lives in the bathroom mirror, where they don't belong with the living?" Sandra asked, suspiciously. 

The young ghost boy smiled and nodded. "Blood gives life to open the portal beyond the haunted mirror where you can. I'm just an ordinary ghost. Trying to be real about accepting fate's existence," he said.

Sandra gasped as she jumped back when the lights around the bathroom mirror flicker and made the mirror shake and get a little crooked hanging on the wall above the bathroom sink. Okay, Sandra had to clear her head and gather her bearings.

She needs something sharp like a toothpick or something with a sharp point at its end. Sharp enough to prick her finger and get the blood on the bathroom mirror. Sandra opened the bathroom mirror cabinet. She looked through old expired toothpaste and flossing necessities. Sandra finally saw a toothpick needle in a small cup with her other toothbrushes in them.

Grabbing the needle, carefully out of the colorful cup in her bathroom cabinet, Sandra took hold of it in her hand. Nervously, she closed the cabinet door. And the image of the ghost boy floating behind the graveyard came back into view.

Sandra took the needle in her hand. She couldn't concentrate on pricking her finger with it. It was making her nervous, while the ghost boy didn't take his eyes off her. More shadows of cackling witches flew over the moon in the graveyard. The three ugly, witches were waiting impatiently for an invitation to a little picnic gathering.

No matter how hard Sandra fought to prick her finger, she wanted to believe this was all part of her mind. Spilling her blood was dangerous and could get her into a lot of trouble with the gods. Sandra couldn't believe how much she hated the ghost boy for being in a bad mood all the time. If he was a good friend to Sandra, he would believe he wouldn't do anything to hurt his friend.

What was more important to Sandra was knowing if there would ever be a way back to her hometown in Supernaturalville? 

Steadily, Sandra nervously started to prick her middle finger with the needle. She didn't want to do anything to hurt herself. When unexpectedly, the ghost boy in the bathroom mirror…Reached out and grabbed hold of Sandra into the haunted bathroom mirror…Sandra then screamed!