Don't look. Whatever you do, don't look in the mirrors. If you do, you have exactly 48 hours to live. They come for you. Any reflection at all. They come. Windows, puddles, mirrors. They will find you and you have to run. Run for your life. But don't look.
They say you're lucky if you survive. But who should believe them? No one's ever gotten away.
57 people. 57 people have been -as they say- caught, but no one's ever survived. We now live a life with no reflection. We cover our mirrors , our windows, every reflection. Dark. Blind. Forgotten. Three words to describe the world. How it happens is, you look, you see them, they see you, you either run, or just live out your two days until they finally take you. It's usually one of your dead relatives. That's so you don't see their real form, and also so you don't freak out. It never works though. They all try to run, or beg for their lives. No one knows what they want. They don't speak. They latch onto you, but you don't know they're there until it's too late.
They say you're lucky if you survive. But who should believe them? No one's ever gotten away. Until they faved the one person whose lost everything.
