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In The Mirror

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In The Mirror 2

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In The Mirror
The butterfly fluttered its wings, and he followed it. “Don’t go,” he cried to the butterfly, “Please don’t go!” But it was too late, the butterfly was already gone. He woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
He looked around his room in a panic. “Oh thank god.. Just a dream...” Nevertheless, he continued to look around the room. Although the room was empty he couldn't shake the uneasiness in his gut. He knew something was watching him. Something close by.
He tried to go back to sleep but as he tossed and turned in his bed the feeling residing at the bottom of his stomach refused to leave.
As the sunlight hit his face he got out of bed, queasy and showing signs of a cold. He performed his daily routine: changing, combing his hair, all the necessities. When he walked past the mirror and glanced at his hair, something seemed off...his reflection seemed off. He hadn’t had that bad of a night, had he?
Upon closer inspection he realized that his reflection was moving on it’s own. He froze, and quickly jumped back. “Wha-- Impossible! How could this be happening?” For a moment he was in a state of panic. He examined his reflection for a little longer, trying to steady his breathing. It appeared to be waving at him, slowly, but surely.
Then, the wave changed. Instead of a standard wave that goes back and forth; it become a gesture. As if it was calling to him.
In a trance-like state he put his hand up to the smooth glass.
All of a sudden a hand emanated from the mirror, grabbing his hand and pulling him through.
It all happened too quickly for him to comprehend. There was a hand. A laugh. Glass shattering. All in but a brief moment. After that, he was on the ground holding his breath. It only took a few second to for him to come to his senses but it was already too late. As he turned around the mirror was shattering; his reflection, standing there, waved at him with a cruel smile on its face. The deed was done. The mirror along with the shard vanished before him, leaving him stranded in a strange but familiar room.
#arcade



teen
Mild Cartoon Violence
Mild Fantasy Violence
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