Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-43632659-20190826202857

A while ago, maybe a year, I came home to find blood on my mirror. The entire thing was covered in bloody handprints, as if something on the inside had left them there. Not possible, right? What was possible was that I was being pranked by somebody on the outside. So, of course, I went around the house demanding to know who did it. No one admitted anything, and eventually I decided to pretend it didn’t happen. I went back to my room and tried to scrub the blood off, but it wouldn’t come out, as if I was trying to scrub dirt off a car window from the inside. I got a bit scared, but then realized I was being silly. It had probably just dried. When I was trying to sleep, though, I heard something. It sounded like something was talking to me from INSIDE the mirror. I laughed it off, thinking I was imagining it and went back to sleep. A week later, the blood still hadn’t come off, and because I was about to move houses (my mom’s decision, not mine, I’m 13) I was trying to clean it again. While I was doing that, a figure floated past the mirror. I screamed, and threw the bowl of candy I’d been eating (I have a huge sweet tooth) at the mirror. Then the WEIRDEST thing happened. It. Sank. Straight. Through. The. Glass. The figure stopped, picked up the candy, and floated away. My family and I moved houses and I never saw her again. Still, I keep as far away from mirrors as possible. 