User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-27077076-20151014144235

Ever since I was little I had always believed in strange things, the paranormal. Now, just because I said I believed in it, doesnt mean I like it. No, no, no. Far from that. When I was younger, I had an imaginary friend, same as any child, but my friend was unique in a way. She had long black hair that covered her face, only letting one eye to be seen which usually glowed like a light flame. She was covered in red paint, or at least that was what she told me it was at the time, now I believe otherwise. I always only saw her in reflections, she said that was how she traveled. She was my best friend, and she told me we would be together forever. As time went along of course I grew out of having an imaginary friend, and made actual physical friends, but I always had a feeling that there was something near me, filled with anger as if I did something wrong. I guess, that was when I realized that she was real, every reflection, every single time, she was there, just hidden. I can feel her presence. She is coming for me, and I am scared because as I am typing this story, she is behind me. Her face revealed to show a large, sharpened smile and her firey eyes that burn with hate. All I can do is pray that Ill see another day.