The boogeyman is real. Lock your doors.
Shereé Waller wants this question answered more than anyone else; who is murdering the people in Shepherdsville and leaving her campaign cards at the scene of the crimes? She had been optimistic at winning the Kentucky Governor’s race until people began looking on with suspicion that the unsolved murder crimes bring.
She believes Kentucky’s laws are outdated and need to be modernized, but isn’t ready to make the non-traditional changes people are requesting. Communication regarding this indecisiveness with her husband, Van, who is the Kentucky Wildcat coach and her father, Chris Clare, Mayor of Shepherdsville, is almost impossible.
She turns to the woman in the mirror for answers and begins to see her as a separate person from herself. Unknown to Shereé, the mirror that had been passed down in her family for generations is rumored to be haunted.
Is the woman in the mirror a reflection of Shereé or the image of the woman who refuses to die?
As I wiggled out of my jeans my attention was arrested by the great antique white mirror. I’d last seen it hanging beside my great grandmother’s dressing table. A sob caught in my throat to realize that this priceless heirloom I’d wanted since I was a little girl was now hanging opposite of my own.
The mirror was five foot tall and half as wide, trimmed in a white webbed frame. Tired or no, I couldn’t resist walking over and touching it.
And that’s when I saw it.
My heart pounded against my chest. If it didn’t slow down, it was going to kill me. Beads of sweat popped out onto my forehead even in the cold room. I stood facing the mirror and watched sanity pack her bag.