Scary Short Stories

Bad Luck

I met someone named Bad Luck one day...

I was walking to school with my friend one day. We approached the big steps leading to the front doors. We were just talking about our weekends, like we always do on Mondays. All of a sudden we hear glass shatter. I look down, I had stepped on a small mirror with my heel.

"Oh, you broke a mirror, 7 years bad luck." My friend says.

"Really? You believe that crap?" I say as I carefully pick up the shattered mirror and throw it away.

"It's not my fault someone dropped their mirror."

The school day went on normal. I went home, did my homework, ate dinner, and got ready for bed. I turn on my fan and get into bed. I fall asleep for an hour or so before I slowly awaken from a deep sleep. I see a misty, foggy something hovering by my fan. I blink a few times and turn on my lamp. Then the something forms into a figure. The figure has eyes and a mouth. It laughs. I back into my headboard.

"What do you want?" I croak.

"I don't want anything. My name is bad luck. I'm pretty sure you broke a mirror. Am I correct?"

"Yes, but it was an accident." I exclaim.

"Doesn't matter, bad luck is bad luck. Accident or not. So I'll be seeing you for the next 7 years. Every night."

I blink hard and open my eyes. It's gone. I sigh as I turn to my lamp. His face appears right in front of mine.

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow."