It Is Me

What if a killer could be anyone? A murderer, who could hide behind any face. Wouldn't that be scary?

A scream rammed against my bedroom door.

Banging against the wooden frame.

Fear clawing at the sides of the entrance.

The screams yanked me out of the dream state.

Dragging me towards the noise. The wails scratched at his eardrums like nails on a chalk board.
He reaches towards his ears, only to protect them from the screams. Reaching towards the unexpected

Opening the door, to see his own reflection.