Historias de Horrorgothic

It was slowly becoming apart of Elena Piers. It hid within her sanity. It clawed through her normalities. It chased her existence into lies. It trailed her, hushed at night, melting into the darkness only dancing in the flickering light. It was an echo of her movements, it shadowed her, it was becoming her. But how could you get rid of your reflection? *used to be called Mirrors*