Talk About the Mirror.

After taking a shower, Sister Anne thought it would be best if she were to talk to someone about what she had seen within the mirror. She did not want to go directly to the Mother Superior so Sister Anne sought out her closest friend, Sister Fabiola.

Sister Fabiola had been with the convent for a few years before Sister Anne joined, but they seemed to have connected quite well. Sister Anne was a bit shy coming into the convent whereas Sister Fabiola, having been there a few years, was strict but not without compassion and reasoning. This might have been another reason Sister Anne went to Sister Fabiola for advice and guidance.

During the day Sister Anne found the time to speak with Sister Fabiola. She explains to her friend of what she had seen in the mirror late last night. While Sister Fabiola did not laugh or joke about it, she did show some speculation that what Sister Anne sayd was nothing more than a wild imagination. Seeing that Sister Fabiola was not taking it as serious as she had hoped, Sister Anne asked Sister Fabiola to come with her that night and see herself. Naturally being a friend Sister Fabiola agreed but added that maybe Sister Anne just needed to take a break from her late night studies.

The day went on as normal with everyone finishing their chores up and enjoying their supper together as they have done so every night. Once dinner was done Sister Anne went to her room and studied a bit while waiting for Sister Fabiola to come knocking. Later in the night the knock on the door finally comes with Sister Anne quickly answering it. She was somewhat excited to prove to Sister Fabiola as to what she had seen in the mirror.

As they made their way down the corridor they made a bit of small talk. But what felt like an eternity for Sister Anne was only a few minute walk towards the mirror. Finally, when arrive there, Sister Anne asked her friend to stare at the mirror which of course Sister Fabiola happily did so. One minute goes by, then another minute, and another minute but still all they see is their own reflections staring back at them. Being tired, as she already was, Sister Fabiola brushes off this non-sense and tells Sister Anne that she must have one crazy imagination. With that said, Sister Fabiola gives Sister Anne a hug and wishes her a good night. Then she returns to her room.

With her mouth slightly open and her face showing of shock, all Sister Anne could do was watch Sister Fabiola walk down the dimly light corridor. As she questioned herself as to why the images did not show up like the other nights, Sister Anne looked once again at the mirror. Sister Anne was alone in the corridor when she saw it. The images were back but not like before. This time Sister Anne quickly ran away from what she saw. This time, both females and the male were there. The male was in the middle with his arms over the shoulders of both females as they where on either side of him. They had no articles of clothing on the upper half of their bodies. Both females using one hand to massage the others breasts and the other hand placed on the back of the male. However it was not that which scared Sister Anne to run away with such haste. It was their faces that had achieved that goal. Their attention was not on each other as before, it was on Sister Anne. They were staring at her with lust in their eyes and a wicked grin on their faces.