The Mirror part 1

A petite old women lived in
the country alone.
Her husband had been deased
for 5 years now.
She figured it was time to
move on.
Her daughter had been
telling her the house was to
larger for just her to live in.
To come to the city and live
with her, and her family.
So the women agreed
and started packing her belongings.
Boxes were stacked high
and the women was nearly done.
The temperature dropped, she could
see her own breath.
She walked over to the thermostat
to see what was wrong.
But the gage read 72 degrees.
So she decided tomorrow she
would call a repair man to come
over and fix it.
She walked by the mirror
and could have sworn she
seen a Shadow, but not
that of her own reflection.
She shrugged it off, thinking
my old eyes are just playing tricks
upon me tonight.
But as soon as she thought
it the temp rose back up.
As if nothing had happened,
as if nothing went wrong.
So she figured it was time
to let the boxes sit for one
more night.
She got ready for bed and
slept peacefully and soundly.
Woke up the next day and
forgot she was going to
call the repairman.
A week went by and there were
no problems with the thermostat
so finished up boxing.
Taped the last one shut.
When the temperature dropped
down even colder than before.
Over to the thermostat the temp
read 72 degrees.
So she figured she was moving
no sense in calling the repairman
now.
Walked by the mirror and seen
a shadow but not that of her
own reflection.
Rubbing her eyes making sure
they weren't playing tricks.
Squinted her eyes and leaned
forwards towards the mirror.
The shadow was changing
like water thrown upon glass.
No features just dark like
blackness.
She reached her finger near
to see if she could touch it.
When 2 arms came out
and grabbed the women
by her head.
She briefly screamed.
Her daughter came by the next
day to pick her up.
Rang the door bell but their
was no answer.
So she opened up the door
and yelled for her mother.
She walked down the hallway,
And grabbed her mouth to cover
her hands.
Blood oozing out of the mirror.
Around it, and through it.
But no body was ever found.
The house was put up for sale
and all her belongings moved.
But somehow that mirror
ended up in the attic staying
there for the next family to
find it.