A weeping drop from the sky landed silently on this beauteous visage - plumped lips resembled crimson cherries, a pointy nose which was delicately formed, and a pair of watery eyes, with the left one in green and the right one in brown, gazing at me from the other side. My mind soon lost in such mist of fairness that my fingertip uncontrollably reaches hers; And at that very moment, a hunch of ominousness fleetly ran through every vein of mine...

  “!”, I was haled back to reality by a strange sound that came right at full blast. Hurriedly, I turned my head and locked my eyes on the door. Fear slowly crept up my spine, spiked through my lungs and danced messily inside of me. In the midst of darkness, it had now become a wild monster, that was hiding, and watching for his chance to eat you alive. Luckily, no noise came, as the living room remained to be as quiet as a funeral during the silent tribute. Soothed little then, was my mind. I let out a silent sigh of relief and treaded towards “the thing”. There, “the thing” laid, with its face pointing to the wooden floor. I bowed down and held out my arm. When I was about to have my fingers kissed its golden frame, another sound broke the shortly existed tranquillity of mine. “!” A knock. I swore to God. It was definitely a KNOCK. Louder it was and sounded like a tap on clear glass. My whole body instantly leapt like how a rabbit would jump when its predator howled. The thin haze of fear grew so strong that it eventually paralyzed every single muscle of mine. It transformed into a monster again, clenching my legs with its sharpened claws that rooted to the ground. Perhaps, extreme fear did bring extreme courage, for this is the only way to explain how I dared to turn my neck and look right at the dusty window...“!” The most ear-pitting pounding KNOCK roared its ire across the air. It reminded me of the sound when someone thumped against a heavy glass with fists. This time, I was certain of where it came from. This terrifying realization crafted me with a whiff of horror. My eyes soon filled up with tears of fright, while my heart started pounding as if a thousand wild horses were escaping from the thrashing of whips. I looked down. Here it came again. The monster of fear. Grinning, stretching its claws, chocking me as if my death was the only provision for its longing appetite.Though barely to breathe, I tried my best to grasp the very last brightness of consciousness within the eclipse of terror. Tardily, I turned over “the thing” that was lying down here beside me all this time...I clasped my hand over my mouth as I could not believe what I saw: There was nothing but my own face in it and a crack imprinted right at the left side. Still being confused, a voice came from downstairs.

  "Is everything okay honeybee? What was that noise?” “Everything is right as rain mom! Nothing to worry about!” I quickly slid it under my bedsheet and sat on top. Slowly, the doorknob turned. “What are you up to honeybee?”.“I was just watching some online videos.” my throat shivered a bit. I was surprised that I did not eat up some words like I was used to doing so when lying. Mom did not say a thing. In the dead silence, a sense of doubt went just across her brown-green, hawk-like eyes in lightning speed. She blinked twice, and the uneasiness was completely gone. “ How is your study on writing?” she smiled, stroke her fingers through my hair, and looked me right in my green and brown eyes.“I still could not get all the letters right, except for the letter ‘W’” Pellicular, I was. In both looks and ‘talent’. My eyes looked funny, so as my brain. There was just something inside me that called every letter strange and had me write by flipping them from right to left.“I guess practice does make perfect. Everyone deserves a second chance. Now go to bed.” She steadily pulled up the quilt and had me covered well. I could be out of my mind, but at that moment I thought I spotted an evanescent shame popped on her face. It faded at such instant that I doubted if it had ever been there in the first place.

  The sunlight cajoled my face with its ardent hands, while the mellow puff blew itself through the hole on my window. I woke up and burst out of a yawn.I needed to fresh myself up, before giving such face of “surprise” to Jay. I pulled up the bedsheet, took out “the thing” and trod towards the bathroom. I hang it above the sink and turned on the tap. Feebly, I damped some of the warm water onto my face, then I added some facewash. Just at this very moment, an “HKKK!!” sound ran across my ears. It was like someone was scratching on a blackboard with fingernails. I tried to open up my eyes, but the facewash sneaked into them and had them burnt as if a hundred igneous pins had stabbed themselves in. Jumping like an ant on a firepan, I hastily grabbed a towel and wiped my eyes.“Th-“ there are letters appeared within the steam. But my eyes were too blurred to see anything in front of me. I wiped my fire-hot-eyes again, and I saw the whole word for good this time. T-H-I-E-F. With another crack in the middle.

Looking at the word, my blood ran cold. I opened my mouth slightly, hoping to let out my shock. The fearful monster made its visit again. It peeled off the nerves of my limbs to make them into senseless woods. Once held me captive, it pressed its nails to flare my eyes open, forcing me to look at the word. In the thought of having my speedy heartbeat heard, I clapped my palms over my chest, wishing to press down its constant scream. Unfortunately, I just could not hold it in anymore “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” “Honeybee!” mom slammed the door open, and she saw “the thing”. The strand of shame slid past her eyes again.“You know our family rule. No “the thing” is allowed in this house.” Mom now spoke with wrath. Her face was flushed red like an active volcano.“Mom, I am just curious...” “Curiosity can kill you before you even notice it. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a second chance. Now go.” The redness on her face soon became darkness, like a noir movie character I bit my lips and rushed out through the door. 
  “You want to know what happened at the other end?” Jay looked at me with a wicked grin. “Just tell me!” I poked the lemon hard and made its pulp floated everywhere in my tea.“Well, this website showed the way to summon the spirit.” Jay gave me his phone. A voice was raised inside of me: It won’t hurt a bit to try, right?
  I stole it out from my mom’s drawer. I placed it on the desk and sat in front of it. Blinking my left brown eye and my right green eye, I lit up the three white candles around it. I took a deep breath to flex my tensing nerves.

“Paper, scissor, stone.” Two stones were out.
“Paper, scissor, stone.” Two scissors were out.
I stopped and pondered a bit. Then the voice came in again: A second chance.
“Paper, scissor, stone.” Two paper... wait.

IT PUT OUT A STONE HAND. With the third crack on the left.

My mind was completely blank, like some external force had emptied the content away; my throat was nothing now, but a dry tunnel that had been placed in a desert. All these stopped me from uttering a sound. The lymph blinked her left green eye. All of a sudden, she started to crawl out from the frame.

“Give me back my life, you thief! You copy cunt! Give me back my mom!”

At this instant, everything seemed to be clear now... my heterochromia that is different from mom's, my flipped writings, and the family rule... I guess it’s true that my mom deserves a second chance too. A smile appeared on my face...

A weeping drop from the sky landed silently on this beauteous visage - plumped lips resembled crimson cherries, a pointy nose which was delicately formed, and a pair of watery eyes, with the right one in green and the left one in brown, gazing at me from the other side. This time, this pair of eyes was filled with lachrymal drops, expressing its hope of getting back what she used to have...