Crooked Man

F O R T Y F O U R

The mirror's story
The Man's POV

I was young. A teenager.

Getting ready for a dance. I had worn a nice tux and had fixed my hair. I had used hair gel for the first time. And it was all for her.

I nervously clutched my bouquet. And yes, I had gotten her a bouquet.
She was so important to me.

I was a bit nervous at first but then...I knew she was going to like me this way.

I looked into the bathroom mirror. It was this very mirror you're looking at.

I held my breath for two seconds, getting ready to ask her out to be my date.

Turning off the lights, I whispered:

Bloody Mary...