The Mirror and You

It was winter at mid-night when I woke in a sweat. The mirror was right in front of my bed. I could hear you calling. But how; you’re dead? But you’re calling to me so clearly. The mirror has writing on it that you can only see when the light hit’s it just right. I got up and looked closer; my warm sweaty hand against the cold hard mirror. I gently trace over the writing. As my finger traced over the H then the E then the L but just as I start to trace over the P I hear your voice louder and more near. I finish the P and then I look into the mirror but I no longer see myself but you, your cold dead face staring at me. Then you look past to the wall behind me. I follow your glance and standing there is your killer. Charging forward he runs through me into the mirror where I can see him stabbing you with his 6 inch blade. Each time he stabs you, I can feel the blade going into my stomach and chest. I look down and see the blood pouring from my body. I look up and see you sleeping in my bed. I hear loud beeping my eyes slowly close and I jolt up. I’m in my bed again and the mirror is gone along with the nightmare of your death, for now.

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[Kat24]

hi,
this is really good. kat24