I looked around the room. Nothing seemed unusual, but then I caught sight of myself in the mirror hanging above the fireplace. Something wasn't right. I moved closer. The mirror had been hanging in an antique shop when my parents found it. They love old things like mismatched chairs, old, beaten wooden doors and ... and mirrors. Personally, I think it's really ugly. It has a horrible dark green frame that reminds me of poison. It's also the way it feels. Like ice... always like ice. I examaned my reflection carefully. I could tell something was wrong with it but... but... I took a step closer, my breath misting up the cool surface slightly. Suddenly I saw it. I drew in breath sharply. My eyes... my eyes were red. Swallowing I took a step back. My eyes were red. I reached my hands up and lightly traced the rim of each eye, watching the figure in the glass do the same. How could my eyes turn from blue to red? I looked around the room again, my vision seemed normal. I turned back to the mirror then screamed. My reflection wasn't there. It wasn't there.... I backed away from the fireplace. My heart was racing, my blood pounding in my ears. What was wrong with me? I ran over to the phone and fumbled with it before picking it up and dialing my mum's number. I could feel cold sweat trickling down my back.
"Hello?"
"Mum... I think i'm going mad, I-" the phone went dead "Mum?" I whispered.
That was when I felt a touch on my back, ice cold... like glass... like mirror...
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