The Boy Next Door

The Rules

Anthony blinked his eyes, slowly sitting up. Quickly realizing he had no idea where he was, slowly standing up and looking around. The hallways lined wall to wall with mirrors. "What the fuck?" slowly walking down the halls, some pieces of broken glass on the ground, carefully stepping over them. He stopped every now and again just to glance at his own reflection. But none of them seemed...correct.
Some mirrors seemed almost distorted, like he was looking at a blurry or even deformed version of himself. Turning to another, his left eye, the blue one, was an empty blood stained socket. Slowly reaching up to feel it just to insure it wasn't real, taking a deep breath at realizing he still had both. The one next to it wasn't very different than the last, missing eye, but the eye he still had completely blood shot. Hair slightly longer. What the fuck? He decided this was just freaking him out, so he tried to keep walking down the hallway. Slowly but surely finding the end of it. But there was no door, only a broken mirror on the wall, no different looking than the rest. Slowly reaching it, he looked up at the broken remains of the mirror. Eyes going wide at the reflection he had. What the hell was he? Taking a step back, he heard quick footsteps behind him. Glancing over his shoulder Alastor running up and grabbing his shoulders. He was soaking wet, his dark hair sticking to his face a bit. "Alastor?!"

Ä̸̡̧̜̥̤̯̙̺̘̙́̒͘͠͠ņ̶̰͍̩͚͙̼͝ẗ̷̢̧͙̞̥̙̮͉̗͔̙́͊́͌̂͑̽̂̑̀̑̀̚͜ͅh̵̨̛͔̯̭̳̹̯̟͎͈̹̣̣̖̯̓̔̔̎͑̈́̀͆́̍͐̇͒̕͝o̸̱̾̈́n̴̡̡̡̗̤̬̦̗̓̚ͅy̵̛͉͖͕͈͒̏̑̈͂͐̈̀́̔̕̚͜͜ ̷͓̬̟̜̠̏͑̈̀̿͘͘ͅģ̶̟̱̯̯̿̈́͋͛͒̚̚͝e̵̡̯̬͚̘̮̔̈́̀̊́͊̈́͊͗̅̊̕t̷̯̫͔̬̟̮͕̳̠̰͚̬͊̓̽͂̌̎͊̀ͅͅ ̶̨̯̗̤̣̥̞̬̈́́̀̾̈́̆̈́͋̂͐͛͊͠ͅơ̸̥͎̙̮̮̫̥̜̰̼̪̬͍͇͆̒͌́̌̍̍͘͘͘͝u̸̬͓͕͓̻̱͗̋̿̃͊̐̐̓͘̚͜͠ţ̸̟̩̜̬̯͙̟͎̑ ̷̡̧̺͉͈͉͈͇͈̞̬̰̐̌͂̾͒̈́͒̓̈́̇͗̓͒̈͘o̶̜̬̻̼̖͇̘̱̐͂̎ͅf̵̨̹̹̼̖͚̥̗͕̙̦̖̟̻̜̻͗̈́̇̋̈́̇̈́͐̈́̅͘͜ ̵̨̥̬͍͙̮̣̬͕̺̘̰͆̏͊̏̔̏̆̽̄͆̕͝͝h̴̛͙̮̱͚̹͋̆̈̎͌̃̐̈͊̾̐̕ͅë̴͙̖̦̘͒̀̍r̴̡̛̮̘̱̫̬̬̰͖͚͌̓̒́̈̈̈̿̇̅͊̄͋̄͘̚ͅḙ̴̪̰͖̜͙̯̟̱̹̩̺͖̉
̷̨̡̛͙̪̘̅͒̈̓̀̾́͠͠D̴̢̘̹̟̬̗̤̘̘̫̲͗́̾̍̒̅̉͐͘͝o̵͍͖͈͍̱̪̞͐̈́̈́̀̑͌̊̿̐̓̀͆̀̇́̾͘͜n̵̢̛̛̘̲̲̮̰̬͓̘̅́̌͋̈́͑̾̋̄̅̚̕͝͝͝'̴͉͕̜͙̾͛̎t̷̢̢͎̫̝̥̻͍̫̼͍̮̼̮́͑͋̏̌̋̎̅̍̓̚͜ͅ ̵͖͉̹̼͎̅g̸̡̢͚̥͓̜̲̮̰̺͔͖͔̫̿̋o̵̡͎̟̱̹̭̬̤̞̳͗̏͂̌̌͐̏͊ ̶̛̘̰̠̭̳̯͕̝̱̤͙́̔͆̌͐̌͜h̸̞͕̺̱̝̯̯̀̉̄̊̈̊͆̈́̕ó̴̡͍̜̥̳̞͓̝͎̋͌͐̂̾̿̐̿̊̒̓̈́̚̚̕m̵̪̤̓͆̈́̆͌̊͗̅͠e̵̫̠̽͝
̴̡͔̫̜̠͕̰̭͔̼͖̱͗̽͊̒̃̈́̋͗̓̉̓D̸̰̩̜̜̗͌̄̋̈õ̴̤̜͎̐́̌͊̋́̊̌̕n̷͈̈́̏'̴͔̰̠͇̙̼͇̾ͅt̶̹̤̻͚̘͈̖̋̈́͂̒̈́̀͛̎͂́͛͜ͅ ̴̛̫̼͔͕̦̮͍̥̂͒̎̎̔̽̓̆͗͂͊̚͜ͅl̵̢͓̟̺̲̖̖̟̜̫̦̘̯͓̳̺̅̈̽͘͜ẻ̵̩̟̟̳͚̾̓͛̋t̴̠̆̀̊͆̐̀͗̅́̚͠͝ ̵̡̨̨̫͍̟̟̺̭͉̜̘̇̾̋͛͜h̵̘͔̼̙͖̺̭̼̜͇͋͋ͅĩ̸̡̹̖̞̪̯̫̤̖̫̲͇̞̫̈́̊̅̀͜͝ͅm̴̨̛͎͍̜̗̹̘̠̈́͒͋̎̆̾́̏͐́͆͗͝ͅ ̸̡͈̖̟̤̙͇̮̲̭͈̥̯̩̖̓̌̓̎̈́̃̐̈́̃̀̈́̅͘͜͝ͅl̴̠̓̍̆̔̆̃̂̄̂́͗͝e̵̺̫͕̗̟͇͊ạ̵̢̨̫̅͗̅̌̇́̓͊͛̇̀͘͝v̵̢̎̔͂̀͐́͗̓̽̀̂͆ͅe̸̛̜̫͎̯̬̭͍͍͚͖̮͔͖̞̐͒́̋̈́̀̽̂͜ͅ ̷̨̮̙͎̞̘̺̲̜̓̑̌͌̍̄̄͠ỳ̸̧̧̧̢̛̟̻̘̺̞̳̥̼̅̾̈́̀̾̂̆̏͜͜͝͝͝ô̸̧͚̠̩͈̝͕̲̫̹̰̹̰̙̺̭̾͋͐̆̆̈̍̂u̸̺̲̗̅̈̈́̂͐̔̋̈́͗̈͐́̑̍
̶̢̛͔͇̜͇̆͗́̄̏̊̌̋̈̏̂̇͘͝A̸̡̧̛̩͇̤͈͍̩̬̱͕̪͈̱͖̼̓͑̇̔͌̀̀̒̓̍̎̚n̶̺̬͕̱͈̫͔̲̗͖̟̝̋̌̿̐̈̐̓͛͆͂̍̏͂́̆̕̚ţ̷̢̡̢̙̺̗̭̜̖̲͚̩̮̲̼̕h̴͎̗̦̅͌̇̚ở̶̢͖̣͇͎̦͇̬̘͍̺̭̤̗͔̤̙̀̎̎̾̋̆̈̓̓̃̑̄͝͠n̸͈̖̭̘̜̱͍̫͈̦̈̆͗́̿͂́̎y̶͕̅̔͛̃̏ ̸͚̮̞̘͇̪̻̦͕͌̆̽́͑̊͌̾̌͛͌͆́̽̚͝I̸̺̋͊͑͐̓̐͒͋̈̒͂̂́̌̓̕'̶̡̪̺̗̯̹̘̈́̎́̊͒̉̀͋̍̓̚ͅm̷͉͙̩̙̀͑̏͆̈́̒ ̸̭̱̺͈̟̬̟̦̰͌́͆̐̌̐̈́̈́͐̆̀͋͛͝n̴̨̢̯͎̮̻̣͉̗̠̥͈͔̞̑̃̿̋͋̕͝ơ̴̛̝̗̺͕̲͇̿̒̌̅̒̍̀́͘͠͝ț̸̢̤̞̼̺̊̉́ ̸͖̫̇́́̋̍̐́̀̎̽̈̕A̴͕̬͍̲̬̹̗̠̼͉͂͆̈̈́͝l̷̞̟̼͂̒̇͋͗̃̌̏̽̈́̈͂̕̕͘ą̶̧̧̧̛̳̘̤͙̼̲̱̺̗̔̈́̾̄̏̏̾s̷̰͒̃̾̔͂͆̈́̏̿͘͝t̶͔̫̠̺̟̱̖̣̪̙̳͉̞́͗̾̇͝ǫ̷̢͖̪͕̬͖͌̄̾̈̌̂͒͆̇͗̕̚͜͜͠ŕ̶̗͉͎̾̀̈́̃͆̈́̎̆͗̆͝,̶̨͖͔̱̹̖̹̩̟̅̐́̌̀̋́́́̆̐͑̽͒̔ ̶̢̬̳̼͚͇̩̻̮̜͖͚̬̓̍͂͆̐̉̐͑͂͜p̵̫͉̰̳̤͉̖͊̒̌͠ļ̵̼͍̜̹̩͖̖̞͎̩̜̾̓͐́͌̀̈́̈́͜e̷̯͓͍̥͎̹͖̯͍̓̀̆̓̃̈̀͝ä̷̰͔̩̞͉̥͑̈́͠s̸̡̮̘͎̈́̇͋̀̂̌͗̌̎̉̋̕̚͝͝ę̷̲̟̤̗̫̜̬͛́̃̔̿̐̒̈́͊̈̚ ̴̦͈͓̩̅̈́͆̏̽̀̅̂͂̌͠l̷͖̺̱̖̠͚͉͒̽̍̿͛i̸̬̩̹̘͖̰̓̔͗̀̊̚͠͝ŝ̸͕͈̣͕̠́̈́̇̌͑͝ẗ̴̡̡̪̜̖̩̺̗̱͙̞̪̱͙͎̘̋̌̔̚͜͝è̸͈͔̪̙̎̓͠n̶̡̡̢̝͈̙͙̙͔̄̒́̇̊͊͒͆͂͘ ̵̢̛̻̼̯̪͖͔̃̄̏͗́̃͠͝ͅt̷̢͙̫̪̝͙̳̤̺͎̗̙͕̆̿̾́̽̕o̷̧̨̧̥͕̣̞̦͚̥̟̔̉̈́́͜ ̵̨͖͙͎̱̩̩̯̞́̈́̅̽̐͑m̸͍̮̰͎͈͗̅̂̎̌͋͋̿̑e̷͕̹͒̓̾͌̓̋̈̾̈́̀̉̊͘͝͝