James Charles Horror Story

hEY SISTERS

I woke up in the middle of the night. The wind was cold and the lights were out. I tried to turn them on, but nothing worked.

I looked in the mirror at my own reflection. My makeup was fully done, with extreme levels of detail. I never even wear makeup.

Suddenly, I heard a voice come from behind me

"HEY SISTERS" the voice said. I screamed and ran away. I got face wipes and rushed back to the mirror.

I rapidly attempted to wipe the makeup off my face. Suddenly, the reflection in the mirror transformed, it became more pale, it was the face of James Charles.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing bitch" James Charles' reflection said. I screamed and ran to the front door of my house. I tried to open the door but it slammed and a breeze of air knocked me back.

"You're not escaping sister" said the voice of James Charles.

"HELP!" I screamed.

I rushed to my room and locked myself in to escape James Charles. Suddenly my TV turned on and static images appeared on my screen, before James Charles' face, as pale as snow, appeared before me. Blood was running down his eyes like mascara after watching a sad movie. His mouth contorted into an eerie grin.

"Let's play a game sister"