From the Inside (Slow Updates)

From the Inside (Slow Updates)

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I stared at my screen as I lied in my bed, trying unsuccessfully to stay awake. The words were starting to swim around on the page and my eyelids kept getting heavier until I finally gave up and turned off my phone, putting it on my nightstand as I shifted onto my side. Letting out a content sigh, I cuddled with my blankets and started to drift off into a half awake state. Right when I'm about to finally plunge into unconsciousness I heard a knock on my window. I jerked up and looked towards it only to find nothing there. I stared for a few seconds longer before I heard a knock again, which was when I realized it wasn't coming from outside the window, but from the inside of my mirror.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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