walking up to my mirror, I freeze. my reflection is banging on the glass, silently screaming, tears rolling down their face- why?
Then I see it. A hooded figure approaching the me in the mirror. I scream at them to run, but they don't. Why don't they run?
I realise my mistake. The hooded figure isn't in the mirror. It's behind me.
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Short Horror Stories
HorrorA collection of short horror stories written by me. Hope you enjoy them, and don't get nightmares ;)
