Chapter Two: The Mirror

This is the one with the mirror in it.

I step out of my room, and peer down both to my left, and to my right. I do this every time, because I am paranoid when it comes to... well just about everything. You see, I used to think my house was haunted by demonic entities. Sometimes I still do. In all honesty though, my mind probably gets so upset that I have a boring life, that it chooses to make me see things that aren't there, and make me feel as though I am being watched 24/7.

A lot of people always ask me what I think about. "I'm always wondering what could be going on in your head Allan. 'Cause whatever it is, it must be CRAZY!" When in all honesty, I think like a completely normal person. I do not think of crazy stuff all of the time. Usually I think about "that girl" or that new song I wrote. You know, just random normal things. 

So anyways, after confirming the coast is clear, I head down for the bathroom, ready to do business with Mr. Potty face. I thrust my hand in the bathroom, and switch on the light, peek in and see if there is anything freaky. After scanning the area, I realize, that I am out in the dark. Vulnerable. I hop in and shut the door. Damn, I hate these paranoid nights.

I lift up the toilet lid and #%$^@%!#^@ the toilet lid back down, and step over to my right to look at myself in the mirror. I don't know why, but whenever there is a mirror available, I always have to take the time to check myself out, do a couple of rock moves and then prepare to leave the bathroom. Yes, prepare. I prepare for a sprint down the hall way and into my room. Slowly I focus on the task at hand. I am in the bathroom, and I need to get to my room. Point A, to point B. 

"hmm...". Then I realized, if there is anyone out there waiting. I've just let them know that I'm in the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, wide eyed, I shake my head at the reflected image of myself. What am I getting myself into now...? I shrug. Or did I, I look back at the reflection, and notice that it isn't me. It isn't anyone. I look down at my body, I am still here, and yet there is nothing in the reflection. I look back up, still no one is there. I reach over to touch the mirror, when twig like arms and legs sprout from it. I back up against the wall, mesmerized. This has to be a dream. A really really, bad a*s dream. It pry's itself off the wall, breaking off the plastic that was holding it to its prison. Suddenly realizing, that this is no dream, this is Pazuzu, here to finish me off once and for all, I sprint out of the bathroom and into my room. I close and lock the door. Then I think to myself, "What the hell is this going to do against Pazuzu?!" Then within a split second, I hear a knock on the door. I back away, and stare at the door. 

A second knock. I get down on the floor and look underneath it. I only see myself. Whew... that was- OH S**T! I jump back up and and grab my s****y katana. I draw the blade, and look up at my Ninja poster. "This is it." I think to myself, I open my closet and pull out a red shirt, wrap it around my face,  and become The Red Ninja. I can do this. I can do anything. I am... NEENJA! I open up the door with my katana raised and swing down, and I hit the floor with a loud thud. Confused I look down to see that I had caught no victim with that swing. But I just woke up my Grandparents, as I hear groans coming from inside of their room. ... Oh boy. I take off my mask and put the s****y katana in it's average sheath. I suddenly dismiss that any of this had actually happened. I was in some sort of daze, there was no mirror at all. I jump back into bed, and pretend to be asleep. Yes. Just like a Ninja.

The next morning, I stepped out of my room, very quickly, because once I'm awake, I like to move fast, but not talk. at all. So of course the first thing I hear is "HEY-ALLAN IS AWAKE! DID YA GET A GOOD REST?! LOOKS LIKE YA DID. IT'S 'LEVEN O'CLOCK! WHAT TIME DID YA FALL ASLEEP LAST NIGHT?!" Grandpa asks quite obnoxiously. I answer in a dull, rasp of a voice. "Two." "OH WELL THEN YOU GOT ENOUGH REST!"- Then I tone him out and Ignore him completely as he rambles on, probably unaware of how loud and annoying his falsely put on high pitched voice is. I grab a sprite out of the fridge and quickly walk out of the room, I put my sprite by my fan, and head into the bathroom. I do my business, grab my floss and look up to see myself. Nothing. I drop the floss. The mirror is gone. I am gone. 

I open the door and step out into the living room, Grandpa has now passed out in the spiny chair. I look at grandma with all of my looking powers. "Why did you take the mirror out of the bathroom?" I ask, very seriously. She answers, "What? I didn't move no mirror." I almost s**t my pants. I turn around and head for my room. My stomach is gone. What the hell has happened? Did that mirror seriously just get up and walk out of the house on it's on accord. I mean, I don't blame it. It didn't have very much fun but holy s**t! MY MIRROR WALKED ITSELF OUT OF THE HOUSE!

I shut my door and sat down on my bed. Yes, the bed is soft, but it offers no relief. I fall over and stare blankly at the ceiling. What I had witnessed was not a dream. It must be Pazuzu. As I found myself questioning my sanity... I realized. I have an awesome story to tell... but then I realize. I have to make it through another night. 

About two hours later I find myself outside in one of my trees, feeling the wind blow through it's branches and relaxing. No. Mentally preparing for this next night. For I knew I would have to face Pazuzu head on tonight. I had created a plan that would surely destroy Pazuzu once and for all. I had rations scattered about and around the house just in case... well I don't know. The f****n' point is that I was prepared for anything and everything. 

I look down towards the ground, and decide it was time to go and wait until night fall. As I stand to move to the next branch, I hear a crack. I stare at the branch I am standing upon, and I watch it fall. Luckily, I am clinging to the tree whenever this happens. I sigh. Now I'll still have to find a way down. I hear another crack. And I watched the world spin around.