More Tales from a Dark and Twisted Mind

I sat at the chair in front of my computer desk for a moment more. It was late amd I was tired, but there was school tomorrow and I wasn't exactly looking forward to that. A sudden movement from outside the glass door caught my attention. I stared through the glass into my backyard, trying to figure out what it was. The cats were all inside and everyone was asleep.

I kept looking for a few minutes, but I quickly gave up. Whatever it was that was out there probably wasn't too important anyways. I wondered if perhaps a stray animal had managed to climb into our yard or something.

A strange noise tore me from my thoughts. It was similiar to the sound of running one's nails down a pane of glass combined with the sound of running water. I had never heard such a noise before. It was terrifying. I was about to go investigate when something small rushed past me and down the hall. I didn't get a good look at it, but it seemed to be the thing from outside.

I began to walked down the hall after the thing, but when I got to the mirror hanging down on the right wall I heard the noise again. I turned towards the sound only to find that it had come from the mirror. As I looked at the mirror in wonder, I couldn't help but notice the face in it. The second I saw it my heart jumped. It was similar to my own face, but it lacked various facial features. Also, the mouth was more demonic and was in the form of a smile which showed razor sharp teeth.

What I found to be the worst were the eyes. The were pitch black. Not only that, but they seemed cold and lifeless. The eyes stared back at me as if piercing my very soul. I found myself unable to move. The reflection, however, seemed to move on its own. I saw a hand reach out, as if it were trying to grab me. Then there was the noise again and the hand reached through the mirror and latched on to my collar.

As terrifying as this was, it seemed to snap me out of my trance. I was too scared to think clearly. I acted on instinct alone as I lashed out at the mirror. The demon hissed as the mirror broke and fell to the ground in pieces. My hand hurt. It didn't take long to notice the blood and the glass embedded in it. I went to the bathroom to wash up the blood and maybe find some peroxide to keep it from getting infected.

I figured that was the end of whatever it was in the mirror, that I would never see it again. Still, in my hurry to fix myself up, I hadn't notice one thing. The arm that lay on the floor. It began to inch forward and slowly it made its way towards me. I didn't notice until it was too late.

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True Story.

...true story?

Lol no. But it was kinda based on a true story. Like, the first two paragraphs were a true story, and the thing in the mirror was something I actually saw once when I was walking by a mirror. Ever since then mirrors have just weirded me out.

...

true story.

...Please don't post horror stories when the only person reading them gets scared very easily and always wakes up at seven, exhausted from nightmares or not.

Sorry.

It's okay, you didn't know.

So, no more scary stories?

Please. I don't want to have a fear that something else is lurking in my closet.

Something else?

Slenderman, zombies, buried alive, etc.

All of that fits in your closet?

My imagination makes it.

Oh. Interesting. You know, when I was rereading the 'buried alive' thing to quote it my little brother saw me reading it and made me read it to him, then like five hours later when he went to sleep he had a nightmare about it. Then he completely forgot it existed. I still don't know what is even scary about it.

It's just...IDK. You have a brother?

Three. One older two younger.

I have 1 sister.

Oh. That's cool. Do you guys like, fight?

We hate each other. So. Much.

Oh. Well then...

She's younger. I wanted a brother :\

Why? Brother's are terrible people.

Well I'm sure if I had one, battles would be much funner.

Wow.