The Crooked Man

There was a Crooked Man,

who walked a crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence,

Upon a crooked stile,

He bought a crooked cat,

who caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together,

in a little crooked house.

"I saw it! I saw it! Please you must believe me!" I shouted as the man bound me in a straight jacket. I struggled to get away from his grip as he shoved me into a rather dark room that contained a small overhead light attached to the ceiling with rusty chain links, a medium sized wooden table, and two chairs, one at each opposite end of the table. I looked up and saw video cameras lining the room. Why am I here? I thought to myself. I'm not insane; not crazy. I know what I saw. I know what I've been through. It wasn't a dream, well nightmare more or less. I remember the physical, mental, and emotional pain I've experienced. As I examined the room further, I noticed my own reflection on the left wall. Their was a mirror; 10ft long and 5ft wide. I hope they didn't think I was stupid either. I knew it was a one-way mirror. On the other side there's a window; they can see through into the room, they can see me and everything I'm doing; hear everything I'm saying while on my side, there's a mirror. Just me, myself, and him.

I saw him in the mirror. His face a pale yellow; blood leaking from the corner of his crooked smile. His hair sagging to the side; his eyes ominous black holes. His neck; broken, crooked, hanging to the left side of him, nearly touching his shoulder. A dark mass of black smoke surrounded him. The Crooked Man. He was here, in my reflection. I started freaking out, scared to death I was. I guessed they saw me and a man walked in the room as I fell off the chair and moved back against the wall. The man was dressed in a black suit with a gray tie, holding a manilla folder with papers jutting out of it. He stared down at me like I was crazy. I looked up at him and looked back at the mirror, he was gone. The man noticed me staring at the mirror. "Sir, are you alright? Is there something wrong?" He said pulling me up. "No, no...i'm fine." I said taking my seat back, still glancing at the mirror. He was me, my reflection. No, no...I'm me...who am I? I am...I am Ryan. Ryan Atlas."