For over a century, the legend has claimed its victims.
Now someone has finally come looking for the truth.
For generations, whispers of a mysterious mirrored staircase have survived as little more than an urban legend—a place where reflections hide far more than they reveal.
When a group of college students uncovers a possible connection between the legend and an old, long-forgotten house, curiosity draws them inside.
But what begins as an investigation into local folklore soon exposes a century-old cycle of deception, blood, and lives trapped behind the glass.
And as the students move closer to the truth, they may become the newest victims of a horror that has been waiting for someone to find it.
Excerpt from The Mirrored Staircase
Aunt Mama remained rocking in her chair, as if she knew nothing of the commotion that had just occurred upstairs.
Bloodstained, with straight razor still in hand, Joseph walked out onto the front porch.
“I know y’uh hurtin’, Joseph. That whore don’t cherish the pureness of chastity like y’uh do. But it ain’t o’va. Thea’s still a way, Joseph.”
He looked over at her.
“The youngin’ ”, she continued. “Thea sista’. She’s still’a pure. Innocent. Thea a way for y’uh to have ha foreva’. What ah y’uh willin’ to do, Joseph? What y’uh willin’ to do to ensur’a a princess of pureness foreva’?”
Joseph walked over to her.
“Anything.”
“Thea infinite numba’ of realms surroundin’ us. Jus’ ‘cause we cain’t see ‘em don’t mean they ain’t thea. If y’uh take ha into one of thea realms, y’uh have ha all ta y’uh self foreva’.”
A glimmer of hope passed over Joseph, followed by a level of determination few men ever reach.
“What do I do?”
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