"the mirror" prt 4

Aunt Luna got out of the car with a look on her face to kill. I was going to start to walk down stairs, but then I heard the door slam. My father asked, "Hey Luna, what are you doing here?" she just said, "I need to talk to John for a minute. Where is he?" Mom said, "He is up stairs in the spare bed room." mom paused "Why do you need to talk to John, sis?" She gave an evil stare at her sister and said in a snappy tone, "You will find out soon enough." Aunt Luna started to walk up the stairs. I just stepped back and stood beside the mirror. She came in the room and gentle shut the door. She said in a sweet tone, "John, lets talk about what you are going to do with that mirror of yours."
I said, "What do you mean Aunt Luna?"
As she responded there was a look of greed on her face, "Well, how about I strick up a deal with you nephew. You can just let ME sell the mirror for you and we can split the money. It will be fifty fifty, I promise."
I told her, "I can't Aunt Luna. It belonged to my grandmother, I can't sell something of hers away just like that."
When those words came out of my mouth she turned red as the devil. Her eyes started to get bigger. she yelled, "John, you will give me that mirror. I deserve that money instead of you! What are you going to do with a stupid old mirror any way!" She grabbed me and started to squeeze my arms, just staring in my eyes. "Stop, please!You are hurting me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
My parents ran upstairs yelling, "Whats wrong." screaming "Stay away from him!"
They tried to open the door, but it was locked. They pounded and yelled. The door still did not open.
When I thought I could not handle it anymore. I heard a voice coming from behind me speaking in the language of angels, "Put him down." My aunt dropped me and i smacked the floor. I looked at her face and it was filled with horror. I turned around to look at what she was looking at. Then there it was, My aunts reflection in the mirror, but it was not obeying her commands. It seemed to have a life of its own. Aunt Luna backed up to the door and tried to open it. No matter how hard she banged or how hard she tried to open, it would not move.