I had been up all night, as most typical teens do watching movies as usual, I had my friend jenny over for the night as my mother as out of town for the weekend, we stayed up talking and gossiping then she stopped in mid sentence, then glanced over too me as whispered, "why isn't your mirror covered?" I looked at her with a confused exasperation "why would they be" the blood drained from her face as she turned over and said she was tired and that we needed too sleep.
The next morning jenny was gone, and there was a note on a clothe hung over my mirror the note red" you should have covered the mirror" I pulled the cloth down and threw it on the grown and scoffed, I picked up my phone and dialed jenny...no answer?.
I took it as she was still asleep so I went about my day and didn't here a single word from her I began too worry. Something happen? I rushed home from school and lay on my bed. My eyes began too slip shut as I began too sleep... a faint scratching noise awoke me...I was a deep sleeper but something about this scratching felt...wrong... I looked up at my ceiling wondering what was that? I glanced over too my alarm clock 12.00am.
I closed my eyes and began too hear crying my heart began too race as the crying got louder and louder I glanced over too the T.V too my wall then too my mirror my heart sank in a pool of fear as my reflection made me jump.....
I laughed how stupid, my face became straight again I looked back into the mirror.... my heart drew flat as my reflection began too grin back at me my face was pail and fear stricken but the reflection just smiled back. Then my reflection stood up at put its blood covered hand thought the mirror.... my heart stopped as I woke with a cold sweat running down my spine.......I looked over too my clock 11:59am....then the scratching began.....
