I was standing at the mirror fussing over my makeup. I don't usually wear makeup, but my daughter's wedding was starting in about an hour and I needed to look special. She would have been surprised at me. She thought that my philosophy against makeup was absurd. Personally, I think it makes me look fake. Even as I put it on, I felt abnormal.
Then I heard a noise downstairs. Telling myself that it was just the cat knocking something over I rushed to finish badly applying eyeshadow to my now stinging eyes. Just as I finished the same sound echoed up the stairs. I felt a sudden wave of deja vu as I looked in the mirror. I was still applying the eyeshadow, the brush readied in my hand.
Abandoning the brush I rushed to the hallway. The house was eerily still, shocked from the loud noise. My footsteps creaked cautiously down the stairs. As I reached the place where the kitchen should be I found myself staring dizzily down the stairs. Wasn't I just here. I didn't know.
Making my way faster this time, I came to the kitchen. Everything was where it should be nothing broken or toppled, then it made a sound. I turned to the room that opened into the kitchen. Grabbing the closest thing to me I stepped closer to the back of a greying blond head, plastic flipper poised to swing. An older woman stood, still not facing me.
"Why so cautious? You know who I am," The woman's voice made me stop. It was sickeningly familiar.
"Who are you? I don't know who you are," I stuttered and held the flipper tighter. I felt stupid and afraid in my fancy clothes and makeup.
"Why, you know me better than anyone else. Even me," The woman like thing started turning around slowly. There was something crazy about the way she spoke that made me feel strange. Then I saw her face, and collapsed, retching.
I had been staring back at myself, only something about It was not like looking into a mirror, It made me sick. The overwhelming wave of deja vu that washed over me made it hard to breath. Hard to do anything but vomit. When the breakfast was gone, bile and water spilled onto the floor. I sensed the thing morphing but couldn't bear to look at it. Soon the creature consumed me.
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Mother was running late as usual. She was probably putting up her hair and rooting through her closet for the two dresses she owns and realizing that they don't fit. At least that's what I told myself as my fiance tried to get me inside for the ceremony. I told him to wait for me just a little longer and he submitted. I watched anxiously for her car. After another five minutes, I went inside and the wedding commenced.
I was worried, Mother knew how important this was. She wasn't the kind of person to just ditch her daughter's wedding, despite her other flaws. I convinced my new husband to drive me to her house to check on her.
When we got there, police were everywhere. My first thought was that she had been caught with an illegal substance again, but then why were there so many cops. I jumped out of our car before we had a chance to park and stumbled over my skirts to reach the door of the house.
Blood and bile covered the kitchen floor. I screamed, and a policeman rushed my out of the house. Suddenly, I felt a wave of deja vu.
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-Welp, Here is another creepy story. Don't know what to call the monster though.
