Doorway to inner worlds

I was in the job centre,looking at the care worker vacancies when the job description caught my eye.

"Wanted,care worker to work three nights a week."

I aplied for more details. The lady at the desk inquired whether I had done this type of work before. I replied in the affirmative and she gave me the address and time I should be at the care home.

I arrived at the care home to be met by the manager. She went over my past work history and after a quick chat the job was mine.

My name is Michael Mirror. I am forty-six years old and you, like most people might be thinking that this line of work is more suited for a woman. To tell the truth, this is the only work that I have known.

My first night shift was unsettling. I was down in the lounge reading the contact sheets,when above me on the first floor I could hear footfalls.

I put the contact sheets down on the coffee table and went up to investigate. Upon my arrival on the first floor,there was no one there. I checked each room to see if any residents were awake.

They were all fast asleep. I checked the other residents on the second and third floor as part of my nightly two hourly checks.

The weeks flew by and I settled into a rhythm. I would arrive at nine in the night and exchange a few pleasantries with the outgoing staff.

At the same time they would give me details about any residents that were ill or any othe changes.

It was during the fourth month that I perceived the second occurence.

The bell rang one morning. I quickly checked the board to see which resident needed my help. The light was on Mrs x room number. I opened the door to her room.

"I am sorry for calling you," she said.

"That's no problem, it's part of my job," I replied.

"Can I have a cup of water."

I filled the cup from the tap and went towards her with the drink.

"You will have to sit up,let me give you a hand," I remarked.

I put the cup on the bedside table. I then put my hands behind her shoulder to help her sit up.

My head started to throb. Icy waves of dread pulsated from the nape of my head to my coccyx.

I shivered,for at that moment I knew what was to be in nine days time.

"Are you ok," she said.

"I am fine,just a bit dizzy," I replied.

That morning at breakfast,Mrs x left her meal untouched.

On my next shift I was told that the doctor had been in to see Mrs x. She was given additional medications.

In the nights I would administer to her needs. She often called me her gentle giant.

She passed away from this world nine days after my premonition.

It was one year to the day after Mrs x departure that the third happening occurred.

I was having a chat with a resident on the top floor. AS was my custom,I was sitting on the end of his bed. Below and on the second floor I could hear footsteps. I excused myself and said that I would be back later.

I went down the stairs towards the second floor. On the landing between the top and second floor I could clearly hear someone walking and saying;

"Help me,help me."

I opened the door to the second floor and saw an empty corridor. To my left and at the end of the corridor I could see the full length mirror with my reflection looking back at me.

Immediately to my right was the lift. I opened the door of the lift and peered inside,there was no one there. Baffled, I decided to stay on the second floor in room nine. The spare room for mops,detergents and other paraphenalia.

That night,I patrolled the corridors of the first,second and third floors. I also attended to the residents. Everything went smoothly including the change over to the day shift.

The next night,I was in the kitchen making myself a cup of tea. I opened the kitchen door to make my way to the lounge. Upstairts,on the first floor I could hear someone walking and talking.

"Michael. Help me, help us."

I quickly put my tea on the table and dashed upstairs. I opened the the door to the first floor and;

Nothing.

The empty corridor reverberated with silence.

I turned to go back.

"Mirror," said the voice.

"Yes."

"No,the mirror," replied the voice.

I walked down the corridor and stopped near the mirror. My hand slid over the smooth surface of the mirrored glass.

"Where are you?" I said, looking at the mirror.

"In the mirror. We want you to come to us," replied the voice.

I laughed.

"And how am I going to go through the mirror to you?," I said.

"I will help you. First,picture yourself surrounded by a very bright white light. Next,touch the mirror and feel yorself being dissolved inside the mirror," instructed the voice.

I surrounded myself with the brightest white light I could imagine. I then willed and felt myself going through the mirror.

My body shuddered as I stepped through the mirror and into another world.

I looked around. A long snaked queue stretched as far as the eye could see.

"Hello," said the voice.

I turned.

"Mrs x! I exclaimed. What are you doing here?"

"I am waiting to leave," she said.

"Where is this place?" I inquired.

"I don't know. We are just waiting to be healed, so that we can move on," she replied.

"And I am the healer? I mused.

"What happens if you can't be healed?" I returned.

"We stay here forever," she said.

"Where did all those people come from?" I asked.

"These people are the souls who have died on the site and in the care home," she answered.

"So the mirror acts as a doorway to this world?" I said.

"Yes and to other inner worlds," she replied.

"Inner worlds!" I exclaimed.

"There are more worlds that you can imagine," she remarked.

I turned to Mrs x and asked;

"How do I heal?"

"Just touch and your heart will do the rest," she replied.

I persuaded the manager to sell the mirror to me.

Six months later, the care home was sold.

It is now a hotel.

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