One night after drinking heavily, I trudged back into my home. I was very dizzy and I couldn't even stand straight. I knew that I had drank way too much. My head was pounding so all I wanted was to crawl into bed. I knew I was going to have a massive hangover in the morning.
As I was walking, I noticed someone staring at me through the window. I saw a tall man covered in blood, holding a knife. His eyes were blood shot, and his face had gashes in it.
His eyes widened at the sight of me. I was frozen, staring back at the man. I didn't know if I should run, he might chase after me if I would. The only thing that separated us was the glass of the window.
My heart sank when I realized that it wasn't a window, it was a mirror. And the man holding the bloody knife was me.
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Short horror stories
Short StoryI love reading short horror stories so I thought I would write some myself! I hope you enjoy! ~all stories written by me although some where inspired from other ideas~ ~cover to this story is a photo taken by me~ ~read this at night if you're adven...
