Post by Idazle on May 28, 2014 8:15:21 GMT -5
The light bulb flickered on, buzzing and humming quietly. I gulped and turned to face the mirror. My eyes stared back, void of all emotion. Strange considering I myself was shaking violently in fear. “Wh-who is there?” I asked, my voice cracking well beyond the range of a soprano.
The lips of my reflection never moved. A smile slowly cracked across her face, leaving jagged scars on her jaw, chins, and cheeks. “Boo,” she whispered.
I jumped back, my reflection moving with me. I blinked and looked again, only finding my frightened, doe-like eyes staring back at me. “Have I gone insane?” I murmured, slowly approaching the mirror and placing my hand upon the col glass.
“No,” a voice whispered somewhere in front of me.
The mirror rippled and the image of my reflection transformed into the horrific cracked face. Her hair dripped brown water, the colour soon changing to a blood red. She blinked, her eyes changing to match her new hair. The glass beneath my hand rippled and I soon felt the soft flesh of another hand. I recoiled and jumped back. My reflection pushed forward, the glass parting before him like the water.
“Who are you?” I gasped, sprinting back toward the bed. I manuevered to the other side and ducked down.
“I am you,” she chuckled.
I glanced back up in time to find her pulling a dagger from a pocket inside her jacket. She waved the blade back and forth, back and forth, staring at the sharp edge with a strange hunger. I gulped and ducked back down, rolling beneath the mattress.
She strolled over, running her blade over the edge of the mattress. I glanced out and noticed combat boots stomping along beside me. Holding my breath, I disappeared further into the darkness.
“Got you!” she announced, pouncing. I cringed but didn’t see her. She groaned and kicked at th bed. I let out a tiny “eep” and instantly regretted it.
It grew eerily silent in the room. Too silent… She had shut off the light. “Oh no…oh no…” I grumbled, backpeddling out from under the bed.
“They always run,” my reflection complained, running after me.
The next thing I knew, I was pinned to the ground, a dagger pressed against the small of my back. “Tag. You’re it…” she whispered. The next instant, she was gone. The light flicked back on overhead, and I took a weary glance at the mirror. It was just my reflection again. With a sigh of relief, I rolled over and closed my eyes.
“Come and get me!” the voice shouted.
Something was pulling at me, what I could not tell. I tried to scream, but no words escaped my lips. Scrambling to grab a hold of the floor, I attempted to pull myself away but to no avail. The mirror opened up and then closed just in front of me. “Where am I?”
“My home!” my reflection laughed, waving to the inverted, demented version of my room.
The lips of my reflection never moved. A smile slowly cracked across her face, leaving jagged scars on her jaw, chins, and cheeks. “Boo,” she whispered.
I jumped back, my reflection moving with me. I blinked and looked again, only finding my frightened, doe-like eyes staring back at me. “Have I gone insane?” I murmured, slowly approaching the mirror and placing my hand upon the col glass.
“No,” a voice whispered somewhere in front of me.
The mirror rippled and the image of my reflection transformed into the horrific cracked face. Her hair dripped brown water, the colour soon changing to a blood red. She blinked, her eyes changing to match her new hair. The glass beneath my hand rippled and I soon felt the soft flesh of another hand. I recoiled and jumped back. My reflection pushed forward, the glass parting before him like the water.
“Who are you?” I gasped, sprinting back toward the bed. I manuevered to the other side and ducked down.
“I am you,” she chuckled.
I glanced back up in time to find her pulling a dagger from a pocket inside her jacket. She waved the blade back and forth, back and forth, staring at the sharp edge with a strange hunger. I gulped and ducked back down, rolling beneath the mattress.
She strolled over, running her blade over the edge of the mattress. I glanced out and noticed combat boots stomping along beside me. Holding my breath, I disappeared further into the darkness.
“Got you!” she announced, pouncing. I cringed but didn’t see her. She groaned and kicked at th bed. I let out a tiny “eep” and instantly regretted it.
It grew eerily silent in the room. Too silent… She had shut off the light. “Oh no…oh no…” I grumbled, backpeddling out from under the bed.
“They always run,” my reflection complained, running after me.
The next thing I knew, I was pinned to the ground, a dagger pressed against the small of my back. “Tag. You’re it…” she whispered. The next instant, she was gone. The light flicked back on overhead, and I took a weary glance at the mirror. It was just my reflection again. With a sigh of relief, I rolled over and closed my eyes.
“Come and get me!” the voice shouted.
Something was pulling at me, what I could not tell. I tried to scream, but no words escaped my lips. Scrambling to grab a hold of the floor, I attempted to pull myself away but to no avail. The mirror opened up and then closed just in front of me. “Where am I?”
“My home!” my reflection laughed, waving to the inverted, demented version of my room.
and that kills me