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Desktop Google Chrome Windows 8. Plugin W. Media Player Winamp. My profile Send lyrics Messages Edit Log-out. Playlists Artists Albums Notifications Pending friend requests. Edit playlist. Bad stuff. That same night, I awoke at am to a loud sound. Quiet and eerie moaning. I was beyond afraid…but I forced myself to look at the mirror.
A clear figure of a girl not older than 10 stared at me with those same pale eyes, blank and inhuman. However, the figure did not disappear this time…she just stood there. Then, she slowly crawled through the mirror and into our bedroom. I tried to scream but no sound came out. I tried to move but it was as if I was completely paralyzed. I even tried to close my eyes, but they would not even blink in the slightest. The figure forced me to watch as it crawled to me, with a spine-chilling moan.
She was staring into my soul. Then, silence.
The following morning, my wife dismissed it as a nightmare. They are a figment of your imagination. How could she possibly understand the horror I witnessed that night? I do not expect her to understand. I was not about to forget about it again. That same day, I skipped work to take the mirror back to the woman I bought it from.
However, I could not find that house. I circled the neighborhood at least five times before resorting to asking a neighbor. I was here a few days ago…there was an old woman with pale blue eyes running a garage sale. I knew that it was right. As I was driving, I heard a knocking on my trunk. I drove to my work building. Luckily, there was a dumpster in the back where I could dispose of the mirror.
Before doing so, I made sure to use a nearby brick to break the mirror into small shards. You should not have done that. The faint voice followed me, repeating that same phrase over and over the entire car ride home. As I came home, I went upstairs into my bedroom to make sure the mirror was gone.
There stood my daughter and my wife, pale and emotionlessly staring at the mirror. I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. It felt like an eternity. Each night spent in that cold bathroom, I heard a knocking on the door and a chuckling coming from the other side. She was taunting me.
The police came days later. The neighbors complained about an unsettling smell coming from my house. My daughter and wife were found dead in my bedroom, skinned corpses, motionless, with pale white eyes. They think I killed them. Maybe I did.
Maybe I am insane. At least, if I were it would bring about some closure. A comfort knowing that it really was my mind.
Sign In Don't have an account? Start a Wiki. Please wake up. There is someone in the mirror. But every night since then, I dreamt of those pale eyes.
Don't you let 'em [ F 7 ] get you down. Get our newsletter every Friday! If I could describe it, I would say relief tied in with nausea. By Bruce Jacoby. The house is haunted! There was no girl but Maggie.
A whispering sound came out. She did this to me. You probably have the street name wrong.
Just, shut up! I have done nothing to you.
Leave my family alone! Every night, I hear her voice. I see her wherever I go. She will find me, and she will kill me.
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