The Mirrored Staircase

By Rico Lamoureux

In this sequel to the infamous short story Aunt Mama, the reader is taken along on a journey of lost innocence as a group of college students set out to investigate the viral urban legend of The Mirrored Staircase.

Led by two cousins who couldn't be further apart on the social spectrum, (Jake, a typical frat boy, and Lucas, viewed by most of society as geekish wallpaper) a Hallows' Eve that starts off sexy and fun soon becomes a bloodbath as the two mirrors from long ago are once again brought together, with the realization that the secrets of a past going all the way back to the days of slavery must be released if anyone is to survive the wrath of Aunt Mama, the witch behind The Mirrored Staircase.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rico Lamoureux
• Release date: Mar 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310063411

Rico Lamoureux

Rico Lamoureux is an author who believes in substance over cliche writing,diversity over genre. He's a life-long lover of story, and has been a storyteller for over thirty years.His stories of substance engage, excite, and enlighten, as reflected by the critical acclaim they have received. 'Great storytelling isn't easy to find. Whether it be in film, literature, music, or so on. I always feel grateful when I come upon a tale that moves me, and have made it my life's work to create such for those seeking the same.'

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The Mirrored Staircase

By

Rico Lamoureux

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Copyright 2016 Rico Lamoureux

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Read Aunt Mama, the prequel to The Mirrored Staircase.

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I loved this story!! It's scary and I have read a lot of horror novels. This one has a fear factor of 10. Love the plot and the characters. Not to be read when home alone.

-Laura Furuta

This story has a lot of substance to it. Yes, it's scary, & will easily get your heart pumping, especially if you're alone, but there's so much depth here too! At its core, it's really an emotional story, and I would highly recommend it!

-Bookworm Princess

Dedicated

To

Anne

A fallen heroine,

but a heroine nonetheless,

and so I blow to you

this sweet little dark kiss…

PROLOGUE

Cherokee rose keep the bumblebee buzzin’

How many times this rocker be rockin’?

House be creakin’

Porch be leanin’

all serve Aunt Mama as she be leadin’.

Number 4,

slave for a slave,

babychild,

mamachild,

all for another honeychild.

Racin’ dog rollin’ down the highway,

roundin’ the bend just a quarter mile away.

Use them Hershey kisses to hook you a catch,

always some stray for the next fillet.

Sweeter than the bumblebee,

hotter than the bait,

take ‘em on up to the reflective gate.

Where he be waitin’,

over the forever maiden,

bloodbath for the lamb,

not of the lamb,

will leave you shakin’.

Ah, sweet bumblebee,

if only I had wings like thee,

to fly away from such horrid ancestry.

But watch yourself with those Cherokees,

they just might lure you to your enemy.

Clear and iridescent,

you be snagged before you know it,

like Aunt Mama’s deceitful webs,

too late by the time she show it.

Destined to keep given up my suga’ for eagle eye cherry?

Or will there someday be an end

to the innocent’s blood berry?

Don’t know

so just keep on hummin’,

song of the lost souls keep on drummin’.

My S.O.S into cyberspace,

origins of the mirrored staircase.

CHAPTER ONE

AUNT MAMA WAS ON FIRE, the short story turned urban legend burning up the net as the latest craze everyone wanted to believe. This time last year Slender Man was the viral sensation, but the tale of the old black blind woman from the south had crept its way into the hearts, minds, and mirrors of today’s youth, every party in every town ending with a bathroom gathering, huddled around to bring mirror to mirror, medicine cabinet mirror to main mirror, to make the infinite mirrored staircase.

Like those who move the pointer of a Ouija board but swear they don’t, there would always be a few who claimed to have seen Joseph and/or Elise in the glass realm. And then there were the hardcore believers, who would go so far as to draw their own blood or that of another in hopes of conjuring up the power they had read about. Or to summon Aunt Mama herself. Like with any good folklore there were countless interpretations, but none could prove the myth true.

As for who had originally posted the short story, it was always traced back to someone with the username honeychild4, with tens of thousands reaching out to he or she on the message boards, but to no avail. Then one day a new post appeared, honeychild4 leaving a riddle that spun such excitement that it seemed it was all anyone was talking about for the whole summer. Hidden clues, a plea for help, what did it all mean? Fueling more speculation, again came the onslaught of those who claimed to know, with many organizing search parties and scouring the southern states of the country, the outcomes producing nuisances rather than results.

As the heat made way for the crisp of fall, it appeared the hoopla had died down some, but then came October, the month mentioned in the short story, and it was clear that this Halloween was going to be all about Aunt Mama, honeychild4, and the mirrored staircase. At first Lucas hadn’t given the craze much thought, chalking it up as nothing more than just another viral hoax. Either that or some stealth marketing campaign created by some company who excelled at manipulating internet uber geeks and the like. But then Jake came along with his sociology assignment, asking Lucas for a little help.

A little help.

Three words Lucas grew up hearing whenever Jake needed something. Each being an only child and only months apart in age, they had indeed grown up together, more like brothers than actual cousins. But it was Jake’s shadow that Lucas seemed destined to be covered by, the boney kid who always had his head in a book taking a back seat to his cousin’s All-American looks and charisma. Despite being linked by the same DNA, Jake had been the one who had struck gold in the gene pool of their genetic bank. As a result, any girl he ever wanted, all he had to do was give her the look and they’d be down on their knees opening wide, with Lucas