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Mamá always complimented me on my hair. She’d tell me that my eyes matched the summer skies and that my smile shone brighter than the sun; but for some reason she would never let me see for myself. The only mirror that was allowed in the house was hung on her bathroom wall, but Mamá locked it from the inside and forbid me from entering that small room on the top floor. I’ve never left the house before. She homeschooled me and kept me from the outside world. I didn’t mind it too much. I've never minded staying here. I know what that cruel world is like. Mamá would always tell me that she was protecting me from the vile monsters. Although I've never physically seen one of them, they visit me in my dreams. They claw at me and tell me to come home with them. They look just like how Mamá told me they did. They possessed a vile smell and their skin was as dark and frail as ash. My dreams never actually came true. Things would happen during the movies of my sleep, but they were never met with reality.. Until that night. I was having another dream about the monsters. They surrounded me in my room, but I did not feel scared this time. The noises they made collectively sounded like a thousand whispers of children. They sounded nervous; like they were waiting for someone to speak up. They continued to crawl along the walls. Eventually, one of them peeled off of my wallpaper and disappeared on the other side of the footboard on my bed. I heard his hissing; he became louder than the others. “Come with us, Annabelle,” the monster placed his long fingers over the footboard, but still didn't show his face. “Come home.” It rose and showed me its face. Come home? I am home. It crawled over the footboard and brought its face to mine. I still wasn't afraid. Instead, I felt like I knew who it was. Its face flickered a tinted yellow light and behind the ash the face of a woman stared into me. The monster flashed the same light and its face was back to normal. There was a knot in my stomach. “Don't you remember? Come home to us.” I shot out of bed without control of my body as the monster took my hand and guided me through the house and up to the top floor- Mamá’s bathroom. “I can't go in there,” I finally felt nervous. “Hush, just come home,” it replied. The rest of the monsters followed close behind us. We reached the door and my hand placed itself on the handle without my permission. I turned the handle and to my surprise, it opened without effort. The door swung open and I was welcomed into the room by a mirror that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Staring back at me was a young girl.. me. I didn't recognize myself. I always pictured myself so differently. I was caught off guard as I peered at myself for the very first time. I examined the skin on my face which was pale and freckled. My eyes were a deep blue like the skies- like Mamá said they were. My hair was wavy and brown, and sat perfectly at the top of my head and ran past my shoulders. I was beautiful. My nose was small, but fit my face, and my ears were the perfect size. I examined every part of my face thoroughly. I leaned into the mirror and there was a banging sound. The mirror leaned towards me as if something was hitting it from the inside. My face morphed and and I was replaced by another monster. I turned around to see a swarm of them hovering over me. For the first time I actually felt scared. They reached for me and pressed me up against the glass. They got close to my face and hissed the most vile sound in unison. I felt the glass become loose and I fell through the mirror. Not through the glass, but through the mirror itself. The room was dark. I stood back up to see the monsters looking at me through the mirror. I put my hands up against it, but I couldn’t push back through. I was trapped on the other side. I saw the monsters in Mamá’s bathroom looking directly at me. I began banging on the mirror, but there was no way of escaping. One by one, the monsters began to disappear; all but the one that had lured me into the bathroom. Instead of disappearing, he began to transform into a human- into me. I stood on the other end of the mirror looking back at myself, except it wasn’t me. The other me smiled, straightened out her shirt, turned around and locked the door before she left the room. The door slammed and I never woke up.