The Other One

Arthur P.O.V

Dull light shines through my window as I shamble out of my bed, and into the bathroom to start my morning routine.

I never really thought of myself as particularly good looking, with dull green eyes and messy blond hair, framing my pale face.

'Nothing special there,' I think as I reach for my tooth brush. While doing this inane activity, I couldn't help but notice something in the corner of the mirror. Taking the tooth brush out of my mouth, I look closely.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar, with a plain view into my room. Narrowing my eyes, I scrutinize every possible detail to what could have caused the disturbance.

There! There it was! Eyes widening, I turn away from the reflective glass, and to the real view.

But...

Nothing.

I could've sworn there was something.

Oh well. I should probably stop staying up so late.

Shrugging it off, I turn back to the mirror, watching the foam collect around the edges of my mouth.

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Walking out of my room to the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel a little on edge.

Ever get the feeling that someone was watching you?

Yeah. That's the feeling.

I head over to the front door to make sure it was locked.

A faint click can be heard as I lock the door. As I turn to leave, a shadow looms over the small window next to the door.

Spinning around, I tense, expecting someone to be there.

But, still no one.

It was like with the mirror.

Something there, but not quite.

Shivers go down my spine, at the creepiness.

Turning back, I head to the living room to watch some TV.

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'Ugh, there's nothing good on TV! All there is is re-runs!' I mentally groan.

Giving up on finding something good to watch, I stand and head to my room, dropping the remote on the couch.

'Might as well get changed,' I sigh, and rummage through my drawers to find my usual slacks and green vest.

Heading to the adjoining bathroom to comb my hair, I pause, and take a look around.

'What I thought. Still nothing.' I think, after scanning the room for what might've been there earlier this morning.

Getting the comb from the cabinet, I rake it through the tangled blond mop, while only wincing slightly.

While staring at my reflection, it happened.

My reflection sneered at me.

Eyes going wide, I dropped the brush, with it to land with a clatter.

My reflection just smirked at me.

Then, it started to look around the mirror, like it was bored, and put its hands up.

It seemed it wanted to get out, and was so far succeding. It started to push, making the once reflective glass ripple, like water.

Limb by limb, it climbed out.

It, or should I say my dopplegänger, was an exact copy of my self, with the exception of...

The eyes. They were completely black.

I gasp, and tried to scoot away, but only to be pressed up against a wall.

My dopplegänger only sneered at my futile attempts, and walked right up to me, so now we were staring face to face.

I could only tremble in fear.

A horrible grin spread across its face, revealing rows of hideous, spiked teeth.

Its tongue ran across its teeth, and a feral look entered its black eyes.

Then, without warning, the dopplegänger reached its hands out, and snapped my neck.

And then, blackness.

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Third Person P.O.V

The other one smirked as the now lifeless body fell onto the ground with a dull thud.

Bending down, the dopplegänger lifted the green vest, exposing the man's vulnerable stomach.

It ran a claw down the soft flesh, making crimson blood flow freely.

Licking up the liquidy substance, the creature needed more.

More.

Ripping open his stomach, the doppelgänger feasted on the plump organs, quencing it's thirst for blood. For now, at least...

Wiping it's mouth, the creature smirked at the bloody mess in front of it, admiring its handiwork.

The dopplegänger stood up, noticing that it had no reflection.

It picked up the body, and stuffed him into the mirror, encasing him in. As it did so, some color came into it's once empty black eyes.

Meanwhile, his family had stopped by.

"We're here!" The youngest called out.

The creature sneered, and made its way out of the blood stained bathroom, a wicked grin spread on its face.

More.

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