It Lurks Behind the Mirror

What do you think of when you look in a mirror? Is it how you look? That would be the first thought, yes, but do you ever let your mind wonder off, letting you think that your reflecton is more than that? No, that's absurd and rediculous. It's just your reflection, isn't it? Do you feel that feeling that someone s watchng? Of course not. You're reflecton is your image in glass. You automatically trust that it can't do you harm, but you shouldn't. It's not really you in the reflection, and it can't be trusted. Take a closer look, focus on what s supposedly you, and if you're keen, you will notice it will mess up n it's movements. When you catch ths irregularity, do not gve any sign you saw it's mistake. Just walk away and act as if nothing happened. If you let it know it's mistake, it's skin will turn to what looks like burnt leather, the eyes will melt away, it's face contorting into a sinister grin, showing shart teeth. The background will darken. The only thing visible is what seems to be human flesh that has been stained with blood. The background decorated with entrails. It will be the last glimpse you will see in the mirror before the glass starts to ooze blood. When the mirror is fully covered in blood, a hand will appear through the blood, reaching out to you in a beckoning manner. You know you should not grab it, but you no longer have control at this point. Upon taking the hand, you will feel a sharp pain shoot throughout your arm, followed by darkness. Quickly upon regaining consciencenous. The smell of blood and sulfur attacks your sense of smell. There will be only one thing visible - The mirror to reality.