Mirror

Mirror

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Mar 22, 2016
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I had just moved into a new house I was starting a new life after prison I was finally happy and really truly happy,after about a week I started seeing all of the mirrors had chalk paint on them, as weird as it was I figured I would see why I took a knife and chiseled away at the paint, when I finally got to the mirror I saw a face I chiseled at all the mirrors in everyone a different face, I was horrified yet i tapped one mirror but it wasn't a mirror at all it was glass I took a deep breath and broke the glass, I almost puked there was a mangled body inside a little boy they were all bodys , then out of no were my vision went black, I woke up in a cold glass box I now wait for someone to find my mirror.
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