In The Mirror
Normally you sleep soundly, but the thunderstorm raging outside is stirring
you from your sleep. You begin to doze, then another crash jolts you
awake, The cycle lasts most of the night. So you lay there, eyes open and
outward, looking at your room stretching out before you in oblong
shadows. Your eyes mom from nameless object, to object, until you reach
your mirror, sitting adjacent to you across the room.
Suddenly a flash of lighting, and the mirror clicker's in illumination. For a
scant second the mirror revels to you dozens of faces, silhouettes within
its frame, mouths open and eyes blackened. They stare out at you, their
black pupils fixed upon your face.
Then it is done. Are you sure of what you hate seen? Unsettled, you don' t
sleep for the rest of the waning. The next morning you remote the mirror
from your wall and toss it in the trash. It didn' t matter if the vision you
had seen was of truth or falsehood, you wanted to be rid of that mirror, In
fact, you scrap ayer" -y mirror in your house.
Weeks pass and the went of that night falls into passive memory. You are
spending the day at a Friend' s house and it' s time to use the bathroom.
While you are in there the faucet starts to run without you prompting it.
Taken aback by this, you do not yet act, trying to reason with your
paranoia in your mind. The water starts to steam and a skin of moisture
comers the mirror up abobe. ‘route watching intently as words form:
Please return the mirrors, We miss watching you sleep at night."