what will happen after we die? will we be sent to heaven or hell? will we walk the earth unseen by mortals? or will we be reborn?. Only people that have died could possibly have the answer to that, people like me, the answer is all three, depending on how you were in the life you lead on earth. when you die you will be judged, but if you are wrongly accused of something you did not do in a previous life... you will be stuck in a place no words can describe.
The room appeared empty but it was all a trick, i had been here long enough to know this, he was here somewhere, watching me, i just couldn't see him.
Its a scary concept to think that there will always be someone right behind the corner, mirrorng every move you make, like a shadow when you walk, you can tell if your mind is playing tricks or not, i question my sanity every day, but i cant think to much, my thoughts are not safe, he can hear everything.
I sat down on the floor, head in hands, then i looked up the whole room had changed... mirrors... a room full of mirrors, i searched every single one of them in hope of finding something that would give him away, that would prove that it was him messng with me again. i searched untill i found one mirror, one cold piece of glass that might have been quite beautiful if it wasnt for the image that appeared in the center of it... his face. i turned around to see if he was behind me but thee was no one there... mind tricks.
this face appeared in another mirror and then another, i fel my heart stop at the sight of him, blood red eyes, teeth that could tip your throat out with out any difficulty and a smile, that if it wasn't for the eyes and teeth could have been rather dazzling, but i couldn't look at him long enough to appreciate his beauty, his eyes were staring in to the centre of my sole, searching and searching for my fear, drinking it, feeding off my pain and despair.
