"Frames" is a short story from horror writer Michael Lizarraga published in Rod Serling Books' anthology "Submitted For Your Approval" and Horrified Press' anthology "Tales of the Undead."
The following video is a 1-minute "concept" piece for potential FILMMAKERS and/or PUBLISHERS for prospects of a FEATURE FILM and/or NOVEL. Also included is a textual/pictorial "excerpt" of the published story. Enjoy!
Synopses: Former metal musician-now front desk clerk Dave Clinger is a bitter man. An angry man who, like so many other talented artists, never quite made his “mark” in life. A 31-year-old ex-guitarist/lead singer now emptying his pocket of passion into the gutter of defeat, reluctantly joining the league of the working class.
But Dave will soon discover something else amongst the rubble of self-pity and heap of regret. A sort of pathway - a hallway of reflections in the form of "infinity mirrors" leading someone (or something) straight to him; a little creature with no name, no words, and no warning to this man in need of a second chance, redemption and an alternative...
Dave stood before the dresser mirror, and
with the square table mirror in hand, aimed
it at the larger mirror. He maneuvered the
table mirror, finding the infinite frames, the
virtual hallway, his face peeking just behind
the small mirror.
But he only saw the infinite frames - his
own infinite reflections behind
the square frames - nothing else. No
sign of her.
He first saw her in the elevator when
arriving home, the lift’s mirrored
flanking walls reflecting each other,
creating a virtual row or hallway of
squared windows with repeated images
of the room and Dave. And there, within
the sixth frame, to the left of Dave’s
back reflection, stood a small person.
Short, about three and a half feet tall.
Petite, light brown hair, fair skin. Head
and eyes slightly bowed, staring directly
He smirked, keeping the table mirror
pointed at the dresser mirror, toying
with the frames within frames within
frames, playfully moving them
Suddenly, from the right side of the
fourth frame, the little girl’s face
appeared, as though stepping onto
stage from behind a
curtain. Stared at Dave with her
trance-like gaze, her head and eyes
slightly bowed. Dave was aghast, blood
throbbing through his temples. He
shouted hideously, throwing the small
mirror into the dresser mirror, cracking
them both. Stepping back, the back of
his neck red hot with fear, he screamed,
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
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For complete version of Frames, you may purchase Tales of the Undead: Suffer Eternal Vol. III at "Goodreads":
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