User:StupidSillySimonsays

Our house was the best in the neighbourhood. I liked every single corner of our home, from our frilly little toilet to the sophisticated glass door. Except...Well you know every house has a dark shabby corner with an old bit of furniture. Well even the best houses can't be perfect. Ours was in Mum's and Dad's room. Beside the walk-in-wardrobe was a golden, antuiqe mirror. It was covered in a thick layer of dust. I asked my Mum why we even had it. She simply replied "It has been in our family for generations. It is our duty, as Mcaleens, to uphold it," I could see the way she looked at the mirror as she said it though. With pure disgust.

One night, when my room was being demolished, I had to sleep in Mum's room. Grabbing my iPod, I felt the familiar feeling of being watched. I glanced around, trying to see if it was the neighborhood kids playing a trick on me, as they usually bully me for being posh. However, there was no one around. I shook my head.

I had a popular YouTube channel, about home decoration. After recording, I grabbed an Apple from the kitchen. Near the apples was a lightbulb that I used in my video previously. As soon as I bit it I tasted blood in my mouth. I looked down at my hand. In it was a lightbulb. I let out a bloodcurdling scream. A second shadow loomed over mine. My life is over now. Yours will be also. If you look in the mirror.