"Apprehension
…
As she was passing the mirror in the hall, she glanced at herself and gasped. Blood from many grazes were trickling over her face, over her chin, over her neck… and behind her John was standing. However, John, her husband, had died a year ago. He used to ride a horse. Once he fell over Defiant, his horse, in a river and drowned.
“John, what are you doing here?” murmured Sophie while she was gazing at his foggy and rippling mirror image. “I’m here to warn you. You’re in danger,” he replied.
She turned round, but there was nobody else in the hall.
She was scared; she ran upstairs to her bedsit and locked the door. Hours were passing… and she did not want to go out. Only in her room, she felt safely. Eventually she fell asleep.
A doorbell waked her up several hours later. It must have been only a dream, she thought and went to look, who was ringing. It was a postal worker and he brought a china vase that she had order as a present for her sister.
She took it and went back to the bedroom. However, on the stairs her head turned. She fell down and hit against silvery glossy surface of the mirror. Shards pierced her arteria carotis and she died."

PRÁCE BYLA UVOLNĚNA BEZ NÁROKU NA HONORÁŘ