The Reflection’s Fault

Drabble: Horror

I was brushing my hair in the bathroom, watching my reflection in the mirror.  I don’t know when it started, but the eyes of my reflection had unfocused from my own, had begun to look at a point over my shoulder.  At something over my shoulder.  Then my reflection’s mouth slowly, slowly opened in a silent scream.  In shock, I backed away from the mirror and bumped into something and I spun around with such force my arm must have hit the mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

I swear, that’s how I got these cuts on my arms.

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