Blood Moon 2 (Haunted)

Mirrors

Mirrors

They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, but what happens when you look into someone’s eyes and see no soul? Is it even a possibility? How could such a thing even happen?

I’ll tell you how.

The mirrors surrounding us are also windows, windows into other worlds, into darkness, confusion, nothingness. So when we look at ourselves through a mirror, something is always looking back at us. We believe it’s our own reflections. Maybe we should look a little harder. There is no soul looking back.

I had always been a vain, selfish and  an uncaring person. Using my looks to get what I wanted, when I wanted. This had been my way of life since I can remember. I took people around me for granted. I believed this would someday earn me the perfect life and it had up until now.

Mirrors were my weakness. I would stand in front of them for hours, making sure I had absolutely no outside flaws. I couldn’t even pass a random mirror without stopping and staring at my own reflection for at least a few minutes before continuing whatever it was that I had been busy with. I would make fun of people who didn’t think the same I do. If they weren’t as “perfect” on the outside as I was, then I believed them inferior. As popular as I was, I was also just as hated and now, after all I have witnessed, I finally understand why.

I had been looking into mirrors my entire life, and so, I had unwittingly drawn the attention of whatever was inside it. It watched me, mimicked me, followed me all over. It knew my inner most secrets, my darkest desires and all my fears. It was becoming me, just, without a soul.

Slowly I was being sucked into this world. A part of me was transferred into the mirror each time I stopped to look. I was looking at me, just not hard enough. Till the final day, when I had to get ready for a special occasion, I took longer, stared at myself harder. When I eventually turned around I was looking at a dark abyss of nothingness. I screamed and shouted and pleaded to the God’s for help, but alas, nothing. When I turned around... There I was, looking as myself, except, it wasn’t me. I could see it in my doppelgangers eyes, there was no soul. It had traded places with me.

So now here I am, trapped in the dark. It’s vast and empty and the loneliness is unbearable. Every time I turn around I see myself, living my life. So beware of the reflection in the mirror, it might be you, if you are lucky enough, or it might be me, looking for a way to get out.