Break a mirror, seven years of bad luck... ...what's the point of believing in luck, when you don't put your belief in the mirror. [One-shot]
Everywhere I turn, every street I cross, every darkened house I pass, I get the same feeling. The same shiver and hot breath down my spine. It doesn't matter how I feel because every time I look around, there is no one. It sent goosebumps up my arms. Am I being too paranoid? I take one more look around before rushing...