Reflection Man

Hello, some might call me the Reflection Man, but I don't really like that name. You see, I'm not only a man, I am also a lot of other things. You may be thinking at this point "Oh, this  is just a story about a shape-shifter or some crap like that" but I promise you, this story is not like that.

The reason I say that I am not only  a man is because what I look like really depends on who is looking at me. Most people see me as a grotesque man or blood, but some see me as other things like themselves or even animals. You might think that someone else would have written a story about me, they have, but not how you might think. None of the stories of me are about a guy walking down the street with his friend, seeing me as some weird beast, freaking out, and his friend telling him it was only a dog. There is a reason for this to, two reasons to be exact. The first reason is because you have to  be alone to see me, and the second reason is that I can only be seen in reflections.

Now that I have told you that I may only be seen when in a reflection has caused you to remember an encounter with me hasn't it? That one time you were looking at a reflection and you swore you saw something. Or that time you're friend told you that he saw a man in his mirror the night before and you made fun of him, telling him to lay off the drugs. You both saw something something, you saw me.

I am the only thing to ever know the meaning of life, well, for itself anyways. I was put into life to strike fear in those who have seen me, and dread into those who have not. I am incapable of causing harm to anything and phase through anything I choose.

Don't think that I like doing what I do. I hate it with everything I have in me. I wish, so badly that you could see me without the help of a reflection. Maybe then I could rip you to shreds. Maybe then you would believe that I was actually there, because I was. I'm always there, just standing and watching, until you notice me. If you were wondering why you can never see me when you turn around, it's because by that time I'm gone already, but if you could actually see me, the reason would be because you would be dead.

The reason I am writing this story is to inform you of something. My wishes are on the verge of coming true. I will finally be able murder you slowly. You will finally believe I exist and truly fear me. I am writing this to warn you. The next time you look at anything with a reflection, just might be your last.

Skw33kerZ (talk) 05:21, July 4, 2013 (UTC)Skw33kerZ