In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- - He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.
And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...In a house where a boy lived, there was a locked attic.
The boy really wanted to climb up there, but his mom and dad wouldn't let him.
- You'll break something else," he said.
He always had the key to the attic with him and never left it anywhere. Rarely did he go up to the attic, move things around, and talk to himself.
One day Dad went away on a business trip and left the key with Mom. The boy peeked where his mother had hidden it, and when she wasn't home, he took the key and climbed into the attic.
The attic was dark, filled with boxes and old furniture.
- Hey," the boy suddenly heard someone's voice, "over here!
The voice came from the darkness, but nothing could be seen. On the floor near the door there was a candlestick and matches. The boy lit the candle, but still saw nothing.
- I'm here," a voice called to the boy, "pull back the cupboard.
The boy came closer.
- Pull back the closet," the voice repeated.
The boy barely moved the closet aside and saw that there was a large mirror attached to the door of the closet. And the voice was coming from there.
It was hard to see, but inside the mirror it was even darker than the darkness in the attic. The fire of the candle was not reflected in the mirror, but there was someone inside, though I could not see him - only my eyes began to hurt and tear.
- Who are you? - the boy asked.
- I am your great-grandfather," said the unknown person in the mirror, "your father's father locked me in here.
- You can't lock someone in a mirror, can you? - The boy was surprised.
The one in the mirror did not answer.
- Why did they lock you up? - The boy asked.
- They were afraid of me," was the answer, "but you are not afraid, are you?
- No," the boy answered, though he was really afraid.
- Don't be afraid," said the man in the mirror, "if I could come out, I would have come out long ago.
The boy went closer to the mirror to see who was inside the mirror. He even touched the mirror with his hand. Immediately the one in the mirror grabbed him and began to pull him inside.
- Let go! - the boy shouted and began to break free.
But his hand was being pulled deeper and deeper inside. Almost his whole hand was inside the mirror, and the boy got more and more drawn in.
And then the boy with all his might struck the mirror with the candlestick he held in his other hand.
The mirror cracked. A cry of pain was heard from the mirror...
And then the boy screamed. For he saw his hand, which had been pulled into the mirror, cut by a crack in the mirror...
But no one else was holding him. The boy fell and crawled away from the mirror. His hand was gone - left in the mirror...
When his mother came back, she saw that the house was completely burned.And there was a boy sitting near the burnt house. And he was missing an arm.
- What happened? - My mother asked, "You didn't go into the attic, did you?
- He took my hand," said the boy, "I asked him to give it back, but he just laughed and said he'd come one night and take the rest from me...
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