Humans Without a Home and Other Scary Stories

Mirrored Goodbye

Mirrored Goodbye

I laughed as I pulled the blankets up over my head. "What do you want Tyler?" I called. I had heard him knocking on my window. "You're going to wake up my parents." I laughed again as the knocking continued, and I finally got up to meet my boyfriend. At least he tried to be romantic, although waking up at three in the morning wasn't what I had in mind when I told him our relationship needed a little more romance. Since then he had come up to my window at least once a week while I slept, and wouldn't stop knocking until I let him in.

"Tyler hush. I told you, you're gonna wake my parents!" I called again towards the window. However, when I got Tyler was nowhere to be found. I stuck my head out of the window and looked around on the roof, suspecting that perhaps he had hidden from me. He was nowhere to be seen.

"Must've been the wind," I told myself. I was slightly unsettled though, because there was nothing by my window that could have tapped against the glass like that. It sounded just like someone knocking...

I shook the thought out of my mind and crawled back into the warmth of my bed. The previous day had been long, and I was thankful not to have to go to work in the morning.

"What the hell?" I got up and looked at the window, hoping to discover the source of the knocking. I got up and walked over, gazing out into the night. There was a full moon, so I could see the roof clearly. No one was there.

Knock, knock, knock

I screamed when I heard the sound again, and I knew it was not coming from the window. I spun around, searching for the source of the noise. My eyes locked onto the mirror hanging above my dresser.

"No," I thought to myself. "There is no fucking way."

I approached the dresser cautiously, my heart in my throat. I pressed my fingers against the glass... and heard the same knocking sound. I felt it in my fingertips and knew without a doubt the sound was coming from the mirror.

Terrified, I ran to the door and flipped on the light switch. Shaking, I turned my attention back to that godforsaken mirror. My hand flew to my mouth to stifle a scream.

"Tyler?" my voice was shaking almost as much as my hands. I looked into the mirror, and looking back at me was not my reflection, but the face of my boyfriend. His face was bruised, bloody. He looked as though he had been in a fight, and lost. "Tyler?" I asked again, pressing my hand onto the mirror.

Tyler just looked at me, not saying a word. He stepped back into the darkness behind him and pointed towards the window.

"What do you want?" I asked him. "What's going on?"

Tyler simply continued to point, his face expressionless. Complying with his request, I walked over to the window once again. I stuck my head out, but saw nothing. When I looked back at the mirror, Tyler was still there, solemnly pointing toward the window.

I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the roof, looking for answers. I crept along, finally coming to the edge of the roof. A cloud had passed over the moon, making it hard for me to see. I peered down into the darkness, searching the ground below me.

Squinting, I found a form lying in the grass. When the cloud passed, and the moonlight returned, it was all I could do to stay on the roof. Lying beneath me, deformed, broken, and unmoving, was Tyler.

The End