It was Monday morning when I first seen it. I was putting on my mascara and getting ready for school when it first showed itself to me. I have never been more scared in my life, but I think there will come a time when I'll be more scared than today. Especially knowing what it told me.
I had just gotten up, all I had done was brushed my hair and got dressed. I was now fixing this ugly thing I call my face. I only add a tiny bit of eye liner and mascara. I took off my glasses and leaned in, closer to the mirror. I looked into my eyes and in my eyes and through the reflection of the mirror I seen it. It had full black eyes. They looked deep and I swear, they were looking into my soul. For the most part it looked like a man, who had been dead for a year, then dug back up and placed in my room. It had huge-ass Edward scissor hand nails that were probably longer than me(not that that says much). It had only a few strands of hair coming off of its mostly bald scalp. The scariest part was the smile. Imagine being starved for a day and then seeing someone bring you food. It was that kind of smile.
"Soon my dear" It said in a dry whisper. I jumped backwards, which wasn't the smartest idea because the thing was backwards, and I landed on my ass, scared for my life. I had my eyes closed, but when I opened them, I was alone in my room.
Had it even happened? I prayed to god it hadn't. But what had it meant by 'soon'?
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Tick tock.
Подростковая литератураThe title tick tock has nothing to do with the hunger games. But the hungry thing lurking among my house might want to play a couple games.
