Beatles Horror Stories

The Loop

Requested by xXBlueJayWayXx

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Ringo sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror, having just finished brushing his hair.

He and his friends were suppose to leave for a concert in a few minutes, and, like he had done many times before, he had to bask in the silence that he had.

Setting his brush down on the sinktop, he turned and walked out of the bathroom, seeing that John, Paul, and George were all having their usual conversations with each other.

Ringo stopped right in front of his bed and closed his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing himself one last time.

He opened his eyes, and...

"What the?"

He was back in the bathroom again, staring at the mirror, holding his brush.

The drummer stood still for a moment, comprehending what had just happened.

Slowly, he set the brush back down and took in a breath.

"Okay... Just going to pretend that that didn't happen..."

Once again, he walked out of the bathroom, seeing that his friends were still talking with each other.

He took a step towards them and opened his mouth to greet them.

However, the instant his mouth was open...

Ringo was in front of the mirror again, holding his brush as if nothing had happened.

This time, he stood completely still, closing his mouth in shock.

Setting the brush back down again, he turned to look out of the bathroom, staying where he was.

After a moment, he found himself turned towards the mirror again, holding his brush.

Before he could do anything, he heard a pair of footsteps approach the bathroom.

"Ay Ringo, you done yet?" George asked as he set foot inside.

"Uh, yes," Ringo stated calmly, setting the brush down again. 

He turned around, only to find that George was looking around the bathroom, not focusing on him.

"George?"

No answer.

Ringo approached the guitarist and placed a hand on his shoulder, only for the guitarist to pay no attention to it.

George waked out of the bathroom, Ringo standing still as his mind raced.

"Lads, he's not in there."

As soon as George's statement was done, Ringo was staring at the mirror again, holding his brush.

"What? How?" He heard John's question.

"Maybe he just went off somewhere. Come on, lets go find him. We're on a tight schedule," Paul said in response.

Putting the brush down again, Ringo turned around, only to see John, Paul, and George all walk out of the hotel room, not noticing him even the slightest.

Once they were gone, Ringo's heart began to race.

He went to walk out of the bathroom again, but...

Once again, he was suddenly in front of the mirror, holding his brush.

Ringo began to scream.