Future’s Reflections by M. Tensor

We snuck into the school building at night, the basement a dark hole.

"It's real? The mirror does show one's future?"

Judie looked around nervously, holding Mary's hand; she had brought her for reinforcement.

"Yes! It worked for me. Come on, try it."

I pointed my torchlight at the man-sized mirror with the wooden frame.

Both girls looked into it then gasped. With angry faces they turned to me.

"That's a sick prank! I see my corpse full of stab wounds." Judie's voice shrieked. "Same for me, you weirdo!"

I smiled.

"See, works well!"

Then I showed them my knife.