Fanon:The Wiki Mansion - Part 2

Chapter 1
The people of the Big Nate Comments Wiki used to tell me about the wiki mansion: how SuperTalker101 and his cronies murdered several great wiki users, and how justice was eventually served. It was a great story, despite it being such a tragic incident.

Almost six months have passed, and much has changed since. I’m running for discussions moderator on the wiki. Swasimcool is soon abdicating his almighty position of wiki bureaucrat to ZachOWott. Enough about the wiki. I’m currently on a plane flying to Toronto… for another wiki meetup… in the same mansion.

“There’s no way Super’s going to be there this time, right? Plus, it’s to celebrate my bureaucrat abdication and the half-anniversary of the first mass-murder incident.” I remember Swasimcool being so sure that everything would be okay, despite what happened last time. It made sense, however. How could something like that happen again?

“Ak-Elfs, it’s going to be fine,” I remember Henry Hudson reassuring me. Everyone else who was going told me the same thing. I kept thinking about what the next few days were going to be like. Would we all die? Would we just have a typical weekend in Canada? Who knows? All I could do was hope for the best.

After another hour in the air, my flight had arrived at Toronto International Airport. No one was there to pick me up, but I knew where to go. 101 Cynic Drive was the address. After I took my first breath of fresh Toronto air, my taxi arrived, and I was on my way to the infamous wiki mansion.

The house wasn’t as far from the airport as I expected—roughly a 20-minute drive. The driver scoffed at my scanty tip before driving away, leaving me alone in front of the giant mansion. It was even bigger than I thought it was. I took a deep breath and walked up the front porch, which was covered with cobwebs. The doorbell screeched cacophonously when I pressed it. With one of his hands covering his left ear, a tall Asian boy answered the door

“Welcome, I’m Henry Hudson. You’re early; only ZachOWott and I are here right now.”

“Hey, Henry, I’m Ak-Elfs, nice to meet you in real life.” Henry smiled, and he welcomed me inside a vast lounge.

“Hi, Ak!” Zach greeted me. He was holding a cat, who I assumed was Jimmy. “I brought my cat this time! So, there aren’t that many of us this time, so everyone gets their own room. Pick wisely!”

I picked my duffle bag off the ground and went up the stairs. The mansion was much nicer than the wiki users described it: no creaky floors, cobwebs, or even dusty furniture. I placed my things down in the room with the best view. Like the hallways, this room was immaculate. There was already a bed in the room I chose, and there was a really fancy-looking mirror in the corner.

“SchrEEEEEEEEE.” The doorbell sound was a lot worse on the inside than it was on the outside. I raced down the stairwell to the main lounge. Henry and Zach were already greeting two people at the front door.

“Hi, ComicRater and Bignatebaseball!” They both tried to wave while holding their heavy luggage.

“What’s up, guys? My stuff is hefty, so I’m going to put it in my room first, then we can talk.” Bignatebaseball waddled up the stairs with his large suitcase. ComicRater did the same.

“You know,” I began. “The mansion is a lot cleaner than you guys described it.”

“I know, right? I guess some people came and cleaned it after we appeared on national television. I don’t mind, though. Last time, I was breathing in dust everywhere I went!” Henry and Zach didn’t seem to be bothered at all. Their explanation did make sense, but I was somewhat skeptical. I guess that’s what a real horror story does to a person. My thinking was disturbed by the ear rape doorbell.

“SchrEEEEEEEEE,” I answered it this time. There were two people at the door—a girl and a boy.

“Hey, who are you guys?”

“I’m Christina, and this is TheYounglings. And you are…?”

“I’m Ak-Elfs nice to meet both of you!” Christina and Younglings both went inside.”

“It’s even bigger than I remembered,” commented Younglings as he Naruto-ran up the stairs. Christina laughed and mocked him.

The last people, Swasimcool and Spyroclub, arrived an hour later. The pizza delivery boy came soon after that, which was great because I was famished by the appalling airplane food.

Zach had ordered pineapple pizzas, much to the dismay of most o us. Despite being starving, I could only manage to swallow 2 slices before the combination of pineapple and mozzarella overwhelmed me. “I’m heading to my room.”

Chapter 2
I didn’t remember closing the dark-oak door before dinner. Interestingly, all of the doors were shut firmly. Not a single one was open, even a crack. It was just past 8 o’clock, and the moonlight shined on my door.

“Whatever,” I muttered. I was too tired after having spent the entire afternoon traveling. A gust of wind from the open window slammed my door shut as soon as I entered. It scared me a little.

I lay down on the bed, which strangely was already made for me before I even arrived. Just as I drifted off into a blissful sleep, the mirror reflected the moonlight into my eyes.

“Dammit,” I groaned as I got up to close the blinds. Before I could shut them, however, I saw a figure in the reflection of the window. I spun around. Nothing was there… not in the room, at least.

My own reflection didn’t appear in the mirror, but there was a figure standing there. I looked closer, and I noticed that there were actually two figures. I was genuinely scared now. The first figure ran across the room and tried to climb into the vent. I turned around again; nobody was there. The second figure approached the first with something in its hand—a machete.

“NO!” I tried to run out of the room, but the door wouldn’t open. “HELP ME!” I screamed. I tried smashing the mirror with my fists, but all it did was make me bleed from my knuckles. I wasn’t that weak, was I?

Suddenly, the vent door fell off of the wall. I screamed again. I looked at the mirror, and the first figure was being killed by the second. “HELP ME!” I continued to shout as I pounded my fists on the wooden door. “HELP ME!”

The door opened. It was ComicRater. “What the hell is going on?” he asked. Words couldn’t come out of my mouth. I just nervously pointed at the mirror. “It’s just a mirror,” he said. He gave me a strange look. “Are you okay?” I walked over to where ComicRater was standing. Both of the figures were gone. The blood from the murder I saw was also gone. I turned around, and the vent door was back on the wall.

“I saw someone get murdered in the mirror’s reflection!” I shouted. Henry Hudson and Spyroclub came into my room.

“Ak, you’re acting paranoid,” said Henry as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. “This is a perfectly normal mirror.” He picked it up and shook it from side to side.

“It’s actually a pretty fancy mirror,” chuckled Zach.

“I swear, I saw—”

“Ak, I know that SuperTalker101 murdered a bunch of people in this mansion several months ago. But Super’s dead! I think you’re letting your fear get the better of you.” Everyone else nodded at what Henry said, and they all left the room. I lay back down on the bed. The mirror was now an ordinary mirror. No figures, no murders.

“I know what I saw,” I muttered to myself. I stood up and looked out the window. There wasn’t even a moon tonight.

Chapter 3
Somehow, I was able to sleep through the remainder of the night. I looked into the mirror. Everything was normal except for the vent door. In the mirror, it was lying on my bed. In reality, it was still on the wall.

I tried to pick up the mirror and turn it around, but I couldn’t lift it. Was it that heavy? I stopped thinking about last night and went downstairs. We were eating leftover pizza for breakfast.

“The oven here works great!” said Zach. “How was your night, Ak?” he chuckled. Henry and Christina laughed.

“Look, a mirror!” mocked Christina as she pointed into the living room. “I think I see Super!” I ignored her and sat down. I ate a burnt slice of cheese pizza without talking to anyone.

“HELP ME!” shouted a voice from the laundry room. Everyone ran toward it. Someone was pounding on it from the inside. Zach opened the door, and Bignatebaseball was there. “HELP ME! I see Super in a mirror!” He had a foolish expression on his face, and he pretended to collapse on the floor. Everyone cracked up except me. They could mock me for all I cared; I know what I saw.

“I’m heading upstairs,” I whispered. This time, I left the door open as I entered my bedroom. I opened the camera app on my phone. I pointed my phone at my mirror, and I began recording.

Nothing appeared in the mirror. I saw down and took a few deep breaths. I knew something would happen eventually. “Come on, mirror. Reveal your secrets.”

It suddenly became really windy outside. A strong gust blew my door shut. “It’s happening,” I said to myself. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. When I opened them, a figure stood in the reflection, and my reflection was gone.

“Yes!” I whispered sharply to myself. I glanced behind me; the camera was still rolling.

This time, the figure stared at me. It smiled darkly.

“Who are you?” I asked slowly. The figure was a young man who wore a baggy, black robe. Instead of responding with words, it pointed to the dresser in the other corner of my room. I didn’t remember it being there before. The figure pointed at the dresser again.

“Okay,” I said skeptically. I walked back toward the dresser. I refused to take my eyes off the mirror for even half a second. The figure made an opening motion with its arms.

“Fine.” I opened the doors with my arms. Inside was a 20th-century telephone. The figure in the mirror slowly placed its hand on its ear, signaling for me to do the same with the phone. I did as it motioned.

“Hello,” the figure said. “Now, you can hear me.” I tried not to let my fear get the best of me. “I’m sure you have burning questions for me.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Take a guess.” The figure’s smile widened; it was creepy.

“SuperTalker? I mean, who else could you be?”

“No, I am not SuperTalker. Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter who I am.”

“Why not?”

“You can see me. Your friends cannot, apparently. Don’t you find that interesting?” The figure’s voice was really charismatic.

“I find it more interesting that you’re a figure in a reflection in the first place.” The figure’s smile grew even bigger than before. “Who are you? I want to know.”

“You will find out eventually.” I had enough. I stood up and ended the recording on my phone.

“No, I don’t think I will. Goodbye, creepy mirror.” I snatched a weird-looking rock from the dresser and prepared to throw it at the mirror.

“You wouldn’t,” I heard the figure say from the phone. I picked up the telephone again. After all, it would all be over soon. “You’re far too curious.” Its smile was still as wise as it was before. “You think you can prove that you’re not insane, but maybe you should check your recording first.”

I scoffed. “Fine,” I said. I opened up my camera app and played the recording. “What?” I was filled with shock. The figure didn’t appear in the recording. Its voice from the telephone didn’t either. It just showed me talking into a phone while staring at an ordinary mirror. My reflection was there too.

“You see? You haven’t outsmarted me, foolish boy. By the way, I wouldn’t recommend showing that recording to your friends. They already think you’ve gone cuckoo.”

I sat down in front of the mirror again. I needed to find another way to convince everyone that I wasn’t insane.

“You can call me Alfred for now,” said the figure. I didn’t respond. Frankly, I wasn’t sure what to do. “Take a look at that rock. What do you see?” I did as “Alfred” asked. The rock was very reflective, almost like glass. I saw myself, but I was wearing a different shirt. One that I had packed with me on my trip to Toronto.

“It’s just me,” I said.

“Correct. This rock reflects your future-self.

“But I look the exact same. The only difference is my shirt.”

“I just said future. I didn’t specify how far into the future.”

“So, near-future?” Alfred nodded suspiciously. I had an idea. I walked right next to the mirror, and I reflected the stone in front of the mirror. I could see Alfred. He looked the same as before, but there was blood splattered all over his face.

“Use that rock to your advantage,” Alfred said charismatically. “We shall speak again… Ak-Elfs.”

Suddenly, Swasimcool opened the door. “Who are you talking to?” he asked. I looked in the mirror. My reflection was back, and Alfred was gone. I turned around, and the dresser from earlier was gone as well.

“Alfred,” I said. Swasimcool rolled his eyes. He walked over and put his arm over his shoulder.

“Child, we need to talk. You’re not okay; I think you should see a doctor or something.” Swasimcool continued to talk, but something else caught my attention. It was Swasimcool’s reflection in the stone.

His throat was slit.