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Mirror Mirror

I woke up, sluggish. As usual.

I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and stepped out into the dressing room to change. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Then I look in my mirror. And I pause. That’s not right. I’m not smiling.

Why is my reflection smiling?

I move. He doesn’t. He stands straight. Facing me. Smiling.

Something is strange about his eyes.. the irises.. they’re black..

I don’t know why, but I hold my face an inch away from the mirror, getting a closer look. Studying him. And that’s when it happened.

He moved. He grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulled me in, and stepped out.

Now I was inside, trapped. I panicked, ran around my room’s reflection. There was nowhere to go, nothing I was able to do.. and he just stood there..

Smiling.. that evil, sinister smile..

He blinked a few times, and his eyes suddenly looked like mine. Then he turned around and left my room.

It wasn’t long before I heard my family’s screams.. it wasn’t long before the screaming stopped…

Credits to:  D.Ashtizadeh


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