Kyle doesn't like things with claws. Hates them so much. Anything that resembled a claw he ran away from. That's why he found comfort in the mirror room. Kyle entered the mirror room. The reflections were distorted, but he didn't mind. He headed deeper into the hall of mirrors, so deep he couldn't hear the families chattering outside. Right before the deepest point of the room, where the black mirrors lay, there was a sign.
"Turn back," it said,
"Why?" Kyle wondered.
The words on the sign morphed,
"You don't want to see the reflections,"
Kyle didn't listen to the pleadings of the sign. He marched into the room. The boy was curious like all children his age were. The first thing he noticed when he got in was there was the color pallet. Everything was pitch black. As dark as it can be. Yet figures stood out from the black. Rectangular slabs of pure nothingness humming for him. Kyle walked up to one of them.
"Woah," he thought,
The images had started to form right as he entered the room. It was too late even then. The sound of the sign morphing slowly got deafened. Kyle was sure he could see something in the mirror. Just a bit. Kyle didn't like things with claws. Hated them so much.
Lucky for him, he didn't see it coming from behind.
A/N : Do you like the shorter stories or the longer ones?
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