mirror :: malum

evif

unlike the last time, michael didn't wake up in screams or with his mother shaking him awake, luckily this time, maybe because he was slightly more prepared than last time.

he didn't want to upset his mother more than he had already done, and he'd definitely have to explain what was happening if he were to have another loud nightmare two nights in a row.

he shot up with a sharp gasp and rubbed his head, which started to pound at the back. "fuck." he whispered to himself as he blinked and rubbed his eyes. he was trying to process everything. that poor girl. why did that man do that.

he was just covered in a thick layer of sweat, his chest rising and falling quickly as he struggled yo calm his breathing.

"hm michael, is it?" he heard a voice wave from every corner of the room, almost as if he was in the air or something. his eyes shot around, frantically looking for something, anything, any sign of movement, but saw none. it sounded familiar, until it hit him. his voice was so smooth sounding, so fluent and confident yet so scary and full of evil. it honestly terrified michael. it couldn't be anyone else.

"and y-you're calum, right?" michael tried to put on a brave front, he really did. he puffed his chest and coughed low, but his whole body was trembling and his voice cracked. he was terrified, really, but he couldn't let calum, or whoever this person was, see. he couldn't let them know that they were, indeed, winning.

which they definitely were.

he heard a chuckle in his right ear and there, in front of the mirror stood the same man from before, calum. "you've been busy, haven't you? have i given you a good show?" his voice echoed in michaels ears. he couldn't believe what was happening. was this his tired head trying to scare him, or was this really happening.

the man was covered in thick splatters of blood, so much blood. his face had slashes of the crimson liquid, dried and raked as though he had tried to wipe it but not very well.

"why did you kill them? who are you?"

"why does anyone kill anyone? enjoyment of course."

he smirked at his reply and slowly stepped his foot out of the mirror, appearing in michaels room. michaels eyes widened as he watched the ghost, or whatever it was, squeeze its way out of the mirror. he didn't even know they could do that, he just assumed he'd be safe in the comfort of his room.

calums body floated to the end of his bed, hovering over him in one swift motion. he looked michael dead in the eyes and all michael could see in his were his dull, lifeless dark brown eyes. it sent shivers down his spine.

"and i'm your worst nightmare."

"you're a ghost. you- you can't hurt me." michael was shaking and sweating so much he felt the sweat droplets drip down his face and past his brow, tickling his skin, and calum saw this. he found it rather amusing really, watching the boy tremble in fear from his mere presence.

calums cold, almost transparent hand glided it's way to the others neck, running his finger along it. michael felt the icy hand, but it didn't feel like a normal hand, it felt almost like a cloud; an extremely cold one, but a cloud. it caused a wave of shivers to crash down his spine. he tried to shrug it away but it didn't move.

michael always assumed that ghosts couldn't be touched. they were transparent, like air, and you'd go right through them, however calum definitely didn't follow this rule. his hand pushed against the ghosts body to try and move him away but he seemed to be too strong that michael could barely move his pinky finger.

michael felt the rough fabric of the man's suit between his fingers and, for a split second, he swore he saw blood transfer onto his hand.

"oh there's a lot i can do."