Short Horror Stories

Face (in) the mirror

From inside the mirror I see your face.

It's the same as mine.

Because I'm you.

And you are me.

I'm you but different.

I'm the you, you hate the most.

I'm the you, you love to loathe.

Well the feeling is mutual.

I hate you too.

You hide me within.

You keep me from enjoying my life.

You keep me from doing anything at all, but to stare.

I stare at you.

I always stare at you.

Sometimes even when you look away.

I stare into your soul when you try to stare into mine.

I wonder if we share one.

Perhaps it's only you with a soul.

Perhaps it's only me.

Perhaps it is neither of us.

When I smile, I scare you.

When I laugh, you shudder

Is it embarrassment?

Or do you really hate me, yourself that much

Do you scare yourself by only looking at your reflection?

Are you scared of your own flesh?

Am I a stranger in the mirror?

Or am I your perfect copy?

So I ask you again: Do you fear yourself?

When your warm hand touches my cold one, does that scare you too?

One day you will be just as cold after all.