I jump and sit up in my bed, panting. The moonlight bathes through my window, shining at the foot of my bed. I take in the tranquil environment of my room and the house in the night. When I'm sure I've relaxed, I flip the covers and swing my legs over.
I rub my eyes, stepping out of my room, and can hear loud snoring from next door. I turn the knob and peek into my father's room. He's curled in a fetal position like a little scared boy under the blanket, black hair concealing his eyes. I step inside to lightly shift and tuck the strands away so he doesn't wake up with irritated eyes again. Knowing he was getting a good night's sleep comforted me, even though he overworks himself and needs to put his priorities ahead of mine sometimes. I smile sadly and quietly leave, shutting the door.
Maybe I can secretly organize a guys night out for him, Mike, and Tré. They can go to a bar and I can hang out at the library. Something to get his mind off of his job. Hmm, I'll draw up plans for that tomorrow.
I drowsily saunter to the bathroom down the hall. With a yawn, I flush the toilet after having done my business and wash my hands. As I turn the water off, I catch something in the mirror standing behind me. It's a girl coated in dirt on her clothes and face. She looks familiar. She looks like me. She is me. I inhale sharply and rotate my body. Nothing.
It takes me from behind and swiftly pulls me into the mirror. I scream.
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The strange, unexpected, & supernatural
FanfictionA compilation of short horror stories with band members alongside original characters. **Warnings included
