I examined every part of myself through the glass reflection.
Who was I?
I didn't know who I was. This sort of, distorted figure. Red and black. The eyes of two black holes.
How did I see?
What was going on with me?
I jumped backwards, testing the accuracy of the reflection. 3 seconds later, a slow motion figure does the same.
I try again.
I turn my head to the left.
Another 3 seconds later, the dark figure swiftly does the same.
I look at the glass. My hair. My hair is gone.
I run my hand over my head, shocked at the feeling of bare skin. What happened?
I jumped, fell, and survived. Nobody survives that jump. But now I did. I don't know how. Or why.
All that is left is my reflection and my body cut open 10 feet away.
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Ice To Crash
HorrorThis is the untold story of how a fantasy became reality in a few forbidden words. And once they all realized, they were in too deep to run back, but too tired to go forward. Tyler needed help, so he helped himself. Or maybe he helped another, that...
