by Lord Malinov
“Is this haunted?”
“Yes, Ma’am. We could quibble about definitions but the reality is that pretty much everything he owned is haunted. He liked to collect things with paranormal connections. Is that lawyerly enough?”
“It’s a beautiful mirror.”
“They call it Casanova’s Mirror.”
“Is it that old?”
“I don’t think it actually belonged to Casanova. I think the name comes from the legend.”
“Apparently, I was told, the mirror is famous for having lewd properties. It’s a complicated kind of thing, you have to sleep in the same room with the mirror for seven nights leading up to a new moon. You wake up in the middle of the night, in total darkness with the feeling that someone is watching you. The room has a glow, like it was a full moon but there isn’t one and you look over at the mirror and see someone watching you from the darkness.
“I’d pee myself if that happened.”
“That’s what you’d think but it feels warm and inviting, like an old friend, a new friend, someone you’d like to see. Someone you’d like to have as a lover.”
“You get out of bed and stand in front of the mirror, they say, you see the person you’d like to see, standing across from you, where you should be in the mirror. So you’re facing each other, you and this person you’re happy to see.”
“So, if you, well, were to start taking off your clothes, while you were in front of the mirror, so would they. You get naked and they get naked. And they’re looking at you, too, while you’re studying them. And they’re getting excited, looking at you, the same way you’re getting excited looking at you. So you play with yourself and they start playing with themselves.”
“When he told me the legend, he didn’t include lots of details but that was the impression I had.”
“That sounds like fun. I’ll take that.”
Part of me wanted the mirror but I really liked the idea of her, my cousin, masturbating in front of Casanova’s mirror, night after night. Let them eat cake.