Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24886948-20140503042119

I have Eisoptrophobia; fear of seeing oneself in a mirror (According to Google definitions). Why?

My dog was yapping and snarling at someone, or something, outside my room, which caused me to wake up. Birds were perching on the ledge of my window, but flew away after hastily pulling myself up.

I threw my blanket forward and stood up. I walked outside. “What now, Dex?”, I asked my dog. Yes, his name is Dexter. Fear dissented in me, from the thought that someone is inside the house. The living room seemed clear. I scowled at my dog.

I winced from the glare from the mirror. I caught a glimpse of my own image reflected by the mirror. My eyelids were black. Just when I was about to walk into the bathroom, I lingered; I thought:  I left my phone at my friend’s during the party. Seriousness dissented in me. So, I, with blatant haste, barged into the bathroom, peed, brushed my teeth, and washed my face.

Afterwards I barged out and, with snow flurrying to my face, into my car. I drove to my friend’s house. The roads were rocky, thus my car would dangle precariously. So, I hugged the curb, where the roads tend to have a smoother surface.

I have successfully returned my phone. However, while driving back to my house, the windows faintly reflected our images, and noticed that…

''Someone was behind me! ''

I turned around.

The creature had carved a frown onto his face, and had no eyes, nose, and ears. It held a knife to its own throat, piercing through its skin, and swiped it across. It began to bleed. Fear dissented in me. My body prickled in horror. “You shouldn’t have looked.”, he says intensely. I shriek. The creature was prowling through my house for me! Just when he was about to stab me, and I winced, the car stumbled on the sidewalk. It was turned upside down.

I was delivered to the hospital. Once the ambulance and the police arrived, the creature was no longer there, and thus wasn’t apprehended. And this leads to something else. Nowadays, I’ve been setting a melee weapon aside me, ready to savagely lash the creature once returned, and have been avoiding mirrors. According to the latest news broadcast, everyone in the street (Aside me) has been stabbed to death by the same creature. He’s still prowling through our street, probably, and I’m next. '''I’M NEXT! AND YOU’RE AFTER,kkkkkkml ,iuoop;\ '''

  (The ending’s intentional! Do not edit!)  