'Sometimes I hate mirrors '
I was about to go to sleep when I remembered to fix the new mirror on the wall .
'Perfect' I smiled as i saw the new mirror . It was beautiful and expensive too. It was bought from a small sale in Towns Square near my mansion . It is the most precious object of a recently deceased painter Augustus Vera .
Nobody knew why he was so attached to it but it didn't matter .
I fell asleep with my face turned at the mirror.
'Tap','Tap',Tap' I woke up and looked directly at the mirror, to my horror I didn't see my own reflection but one of men about 30 years old .
'My work is not done , not in a life time , not even in two ' He screamed jumping inside my body sealing my soul in the mirror .
'The mirror is cursed !' said Augusts Vera looking at me sadly, frowning ever so slightly at the body that was once mine .
I woke up !
