The Grudge

It started with her

I went over to a friends house I havent seen since high school. When I got inside I see that every mirror is covered it's weird but I dont think too much on it. I try to catch up but he seems skittish almost afriad of something.
"Whats wrong?" I ask
"There is a man in my mirrors" I feel confused, I think he was crazy. He gets up and leaves I sit there, more confused then I hear him locking doors startled I stand up.
"What's going on?"
"Im going to prove to u there is a man in my mirrors" he grabs my arm and drags me to the basment I'm overwhelmed with the smell of blood. I'm trying to think of a way to escape, he throws me on the floor in front of the biggest mirror
"LOOK" he yells as he uncovers it I see nothing until I look at his face and watch it change but it wasn't like his body was shape shifting, no it was like a switch was flipped in his head, no more like something was lying dormant and was awakened by the reflection. He head begans to tilt to the side almost as if he is curious about what he sees. Than I see a huge smile come across his face he turns to look at me, suddenly I wake up to my body mutilated and I feel like its getting harder to breathe, as if Im dying my "friend" leans closer his face covered in what I assume is my blood. "I told you there was a man in my mirrors".
"Why did you do this this to me." I strained.
"Its because you remind me of her....of mother. Oh how I hated her for everything she did. She knew how to ruin things, right in front of me she killed my infant brother, my only family but she wouldn't kill me. She wanted me to suffer she wanted me to be just like her. She killed him in this very house I saw his face in the mirrors. It haunted me until I heard a voice that said he would make her pay for what she did. I began to see him in the mirror but I soon realized he was a demon who understood me. He told me this is how it works. When someone dies in the grip of a powerful rage, a curse is born. It gathers in a place of death but it can not be contained. Once you encounter it, it will never let go. So you see I am in fact dead but my hatred never died. I killed myself after high school but he bought me back. I'm like Mephistopheles, I'm bound to him and this is my hell. I chose this but unfortunately you just happened be one of the fallen."