Post by bloodmeta on Apr 23, 2010 19:10:43 GMT -5
Firstly, let me show you what's up with this story. Now, this is 100% made by me, not by somebody else. Secondly, I'm afraid of this one mirror in the room where the computer is, fact is, I'm kinda scared of mirrors. Yes, there is something like that. Can't remember the name, but dammit, I'm still kinda scared of mirrors. Here's a little story to illustrate how I feel about mirrors
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Mirrors.
I don't know why, but there's something about mirrors I just hate. No, it isn't the reflection coming from them that gets into your eyes all the time. It's just... I don't know, I can't explain in words, but, they just creep me the hell out. I feel as though I'm looking at someone else, someone other than me that just happened to pop into my skin, making my every move his own. For some reason, this idea always pops into my head, making me think that specific person is just gonna pop out of the mirror and kill me, taking my place as...Well, me.
This usually happens when a mirrors left for me to look at, like the day today. It was a normal one, like every other day. Hearing the alarm clock, moaning at the excruciating sound that emits from it, turning it off, getting my clothes on, and biking to my classes. Nothing unusual. It almost seems like the same day every day. That's because when I get back, everything hits the fan. Real hard.
Getting back, I sigh at the constant heat that Summer has to offer. Only wish it were Winter, I thought as I put my backpack on the leather love-seat in the living room. The old white noise that was almost a part of me took it's toll of quietness in the room. So, as if to say 'Shut up.' to it, I turned on the television and headed towards the bathroom to wash up on the day. Though, as strange as it sounds, I headed inside to find out the towel was off the mirror (Hey, had to do something, now didn't I?) and it showed the reflective surface that mirrors are so fond of. Maybe my room-mate took it off and forgot to put it back on, I thought as I looked into it. The sight of the mirror seemed terrifyingly nostalgic, as the two swirls at the top stared down at me as though they were gigantic eyes, intimidating me of being so scared. The same feeling that I get every time I look at mirrors, so I just walked towards the bathtub. When I did, I noticed something.
My reflection kept on staring at me. Not moving. Motionless. Staring down on me like the mirror does with it's two swirls at the top.
Come on, I thought, it's just your mind playing tricks with you. Looking back, I expected my reflection to still be in the same pose, then pop out and kill me.
But, it did as I did, nothing out of the ordinary. Except, for one second, I could of sworn I saw my reflection have a blur next to his head. Like it moving at extreme speeds, bending it's head at an alarming rate. But, I simply ignored it, and, while looking away from it, I put the towel back on and went on to the bathtub.
It kept on staring
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Like yesterday, I got up from bed, and did my daily routine, when, just when I was about to leave...
This scary ass skeleton popped the hell out of nowhere. My heart did a back-flip, as I jumped away in fear at the skeletal figure in front of me. Looking up, while hyper-ventilating as hard as a mule's kick into the stomach, I noticed another figurine. But, this one was familiar...
"Dammit Josh," I said, in an aggravated tone. "I need to go to first period!"
He simply laughed, and fell the old rack on the wall above me, that really didn't serve a purpose to us.
Now, let me tell you about Josh. His full name is Josh Goldberg, and is, obviously, just like most of the other people in college. Free-going, Energetic, and, simply put, annoying. He's also a big prankster, always scaring me at different times, yet in so many different ways. Josh, falling off the old rack, landed with a thud on his feet. He then got up to full height and said with a calmed tone, "Man, you need to take a joke once in a while, you know, stop with all that boring-ass studying, and paaartyyyy." I simply rolled my eyes, following with me saying out-loud, "Look, I don't give a sh-... You know what? Go screw yourself, Josh. I'm not in the mood for all this. What I am in the mood for is to get an education and a life! Unlike you, who's failing every class he's in. Now, do I have to rant more about you, or can I just go to my classes and get something out of coming here?!?"
Josh simply just stood there, looking around as I talked. Then, he simply shook his head and walked off to his room upstairs. Guess he's going in sick today, just like those other 38 days he was sick.
After the school day was over, I came back and was greeted by the same hot, sweat-inducing, summer feeling that's become almost a part of me. I really wish summer break was available over at this college. College. The single thought of it made me tired. All those assignments, reports, essays, and projects are too much on just one person with a party-goer as his roommate. You know, my homework only costs me about 35 points. I could just go over it, take a rest in the bed to recharge my batteries, after all, even smarties need a break once in a while.
Going up the stairs, I looked at the room Josh sleeps in, and looked on inside.
As ever, it was messy and full of prankster phonemic objects, enough to even make a pro water his mouth. Looking at the bed, I noticed that it was empty. Not surprised, seeing how his personality has brought the downfall of him.
I walked out of his room, and went my room. Neat and tidy, as always. I took a step inside when I then noticed that my mirror's cover was gone. Still in the closet, but, now, it was gone.
That's strange, I thought as I tried not to look at it, Josh never really comes into my room, unless it's for a prank or a serious matter. That's it, I thought, The little prankster's out to get me again. I yelled out, "Alright, Josh, give it up, I know this is a joke!" Expecting for an answer, I stood there.
Silence.
I still stood there.
Silence, yet still there. The white noise, reclaiming it's place, took hold of my ears and hung on to them as if to tell me, 'Nobodies here.' I walked slowly toward my bed, then, exhausted out of my wits, fall down as hard a stone in mid-air onto the bed, and slip into dreamland.
I woke up with a startled look in my eyes, as I heard breathing. Soft breathing that you would usually hear as you start to die.I was pretty sure that I locked the door when I got into bed, or maybe it was Josh...No, it wasn't Josh, I knew what his breathing sounded like after that Halloween prank.
This isn't Josh. There's someone in my house, and it isn't Josh.
I then noticed that the breathing got closer and closer, each heartbeat that pursued one another through my ears.
Closer...
Closer...My heart beating faster.
Closer...
Then, I could feel the cold, damp, breath that emitted from the strangers mouth. It felt like the atmosphere of a swamp in the middle of the Amazon. Then, I felt and heard more breathing.
More then just one, no, twenty, fifty...The numbers were racking up...
So cold...I felt like an iceberg, frozen solid, not in ice, but in fear. Total. Fear.
I couldn't do anything, I was choking on my own breath, it felt like my heart was going so fast, it might of just blown out of my chest. My chest...So heavy. But, summing up enough strength and courage, I turned around to see the group of people sealing my fate...
Nothing.
There was nothing there, the heaviness in my chest was gone, my heart returned to normal heartbeats, instead of speeding ones. I felt everything coming back, as though it was all just some nightmare. I felt confused, puzzled, and most of all, scared. Where did those people go? When would they be coming back? I simply sighed a sigh of relief, and went back to sleep, as the rain threw itself on my window. But, as thunder lit up the room, I looked at the mirror, wondering, just wondering, who they were.
I was shocked, appalled at what I was seeing.
People, with their eyes gouged out of their faces, skin as gray as a tombstone, hair as black as the night sky, were looking right back at me.
I choked on my scream, it felt like I had no mouth. I couldn't scream, I just couldn't...
I didn't sleep the rest of the night.
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The next morning, I denied that the events that took place last night didn't happen. But, as much as I denied it, that image kept coming back into my head over and over again. I don't know why, but it seemed so real...I dropped it as soon as I got my coffee. I drank it up, and got prepared for school today. But, the atmosphere felt different, changed... I dropped that too and went on to my classes.
As soon as I got back, I noticed that Josh wasn't home. As usual, probably off partying his ass off. But, I simply walk right up to my bedroom. While doing so, I looked at the mirror from the previous night. I still couldn't get that image out of my head...So, I went up to the mirror and simply punched it, like a friendly type of punch, saying along with it, "You think you're bad? Yeah right, I could take you on anyday." The mirror simply stood there, giving me myself to look at. However, I seemed to noticed the few little smudges on their... So, I put some of my saliva on my shirt and tried to rub it off.
Nothing came off.
I did it a bit harder this time, really rubbing it in there.
Again, it did nothing.
As I looked in disbelief, I noticed these were fingerprints. As discovering so, I put my hand up to those fingerprints and tried to scratch it off. The weird thing, is that the mirror was slithering, like a packet full of worms, just slithering together, on each other. I kept on looking and removed my hands from the mirror, and started to speculate something...
Maybe these fingerprints...are on the other side...
I simply shook my head. How stupid of a speculation was that?!? I can't believe I even thought of that. I walked over to the computer, to get started on my work, and looked back again, and shook my head again, and kept on walking.
Someone was looking back.
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Even though I still got to work at a fairly decent, yet early time. I stayed up until the sun went resting, Two A.M, to be exact. As I typed in the last work, I breathed out a breath that was held for long enough, and let the utter stench of coffee fill my windpipe to the very brim, along with the stains of Ham & Cheese Hot-pockets to complete the witches brew. I got up, legs as heavy as lead, and bombed myself onto the bed. After all, that was the only amount of rest I was getting for about a week or so...
The sunshine hit me as hard as sticks and stones, and instantly, I knew I was late. I tried jumping out of the bed, but tiredness grabbed me instantly, and soon, I found out about how Fall was coming around.*
I instantly got up, striving myself to get ready as fast as I could. No coffee to wake me up, it seems. After getting on my bike, everything in hand, I rode off to my first period.
Fifth hour was where the sleepy condition was getting it's revenge, and boy, was it bad. It was about as worse as discovering you had Narcolepsy. Constantly falling in and out of dreamland, I couldn't keep track of time. Eventually, at the end of class, while I was heading straight out of the door, I heard the same old, same old phrase...
"Nigel, what's wrong?"
It was my Social Studies teacher, Mr.Hawuffman, he was like that old professor that had that unnerving, unemotional voice that most others had, along with the addition of his bald, polished forehead that was almost as reflective as a mirror.
He was mostly the person that help out whenever I seem to have a problem of some sort, I think maybe it's because he knew my mom way back, but, that wasn't really the case here, what was he calling me out for, now that was the case at hand.
As usual, I turned around, half-heartedly, and walked towards him, where he ran on from his previous statement with, "Alright, Nigel, what's going on?" And suddenly, he knew everything. He had this type of look that just made your day somewhat better, because in those eyes, it simply just said, 'Hey man, I'm here to help, now what's goin' on?'
"Look, it's nothi-" Before I could finish my sentence, he cut me off and said, "Look, that excuse isn't gonna catch the fish anymore, now what's wrong?"
"...Alright, it's Josh, he's very unhelpful, the most he ever does is pick up after himself. I mean, last night, I had to stay up after midnight to get this project done."
He had a confused look on his face, then saying, "Josh who?"
"Josh Goldberg, sir."
He looked down to the floor, unsure of what to say, then concluding with, "Nigel, as far as I'm concerned, there hasn't been a Josh Goldberg as far as 1961."
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Mirrors.
I don't know why, but there's something about mirrors I just hate. No, it isn't the reflection coming from them that gets into your eyes all the time. It's just... I don't know, I can't explain in words, but, they just creep me the hell out. I feel as though I'm looking at someone else, someone other than me that just happened to pop into my skin, making my every move his own. For some reason, this idea always pops into my head, making me think that specific person is just gonna pop out of the mirror and kill me, taking my place as...Well, me.
This usually happens when a mirrors left for me to look at, like the day today. It was a normal one, like every other day. Hearing the alarm clock, moaning at the excruciating sound that emits from it, turning it off, getting my clothes on, and biking to my classes. Nothing unusual. It almost seems like the same day every day. That's because when I get back, everything hits the fan. Real hard.
Getting back, I sigh at the constant heat that Summer has to offer. Only wish it were Winter, I thought as I put my backpack on the leather love-seat in the living room. The old white noise that was almost a part of me took it's toll of quietness in the room. So, as if to say 'Shut up.' to it, I turned on the television and headed towards the bathroom to wash up on the day. Though, as strange as it sounds, I headed inside to find out the towel was off the mirror (Hey, had to do something, now didn't I?) and it showed the reflective surface that mirrors are so fond of. Maybe my room-mate took it off and forgot to put it back on, I thought as I looked into it. The sight of the mirror seemed terrifyingly nostalgic, as the two swirls at the top stared down at me as though they were gigantic eyes, intimidating me of being so scared. The same feeling that I get every time I look at mirrors, so I just walked towards the bathtub. When I did, I noticed something.
My reflection kept on staring at me. Not moving. Motionless. Staring down on me like the mirror does with it's two swirls at the top.
Come on, I thought, it's just your mind playing tricks with you. Looking back, I expected my reflection to still be in the same pose, then pop out and kill me.
But, it did as I did, nothing out of the ordinary. Except, for one second, I could of sworn I saw my reflection have a blur next to his head. Like it moving at extreme speeds, bending it's head at an alarming rate. But, I simply ignored it, and, while looking away from it, I put the towel back on and went on to the bathtub.
It kept on staring
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Like yesterday, I got up from bed, and did my daily routine, when, just when I was about to leave...
This scary ass skeleton popped the hell out of nowhere. My heart did a back-flip, as I jumped away in fear at the skeletal figure in front of me. Looking up, while hyper-ventilating as hard as a mule's kick into the stomach, I noticed another figurine. But, this one was familiar...
"Dammit Josh," I said, in an aggravated tone. "I need to go to first period!"
He simply laughed, and fell the old rack on the wall above me, that really didn't serve a purpose to us.
Now, let me tell you about Josh. His full name is Josh Goldberg, and is, obviously, just like most of the other people in college. Free-going, Energetic, and, simply put, annoying. He's also a big prankster, always scaring me at different times, yet in so many different ways. Josh, falling off the old rack, landed with a thud on his feet. He then got up to full height and said with a calmed tone, "Man, you need to take a joke once in a while, you know, stop with all that boring-ass studying, and paaartyyyy." I simply rolled my eyes, following with me saying out-loud, "Look, I don't give a sh-... You know what? Go screw yourself, Josh. I'm not in the mood for all this. What I am in the mood for is to get an education and a life! Unlike you, who's failing every class he's in. Now, do I have to rant more about you, or can I just go to my classes and get something out of coming here?!?"
Josh simply just stood there, looking around as I talked. Then, he simply shook his head and walked off to his room upstairs. Guess he's going in sick today, just like those other 38 days he was sick.
After the school day was over, I came back and was greeted by the same hot, sweat-inducing, summer feeling that's become almost a part of me. I really wish summer break was available over at this college. College. The single thought of it made me tired. All those assignments, reports, essays, and projects are too much on just one person with a party-goer as his roommate. You know, my homework only costs me about 35 points. I could just go over it, take a rest in the bed to recharge my batteries, after all, even smarties need a break once in a while.
Going up the stairs, I looked at the room Josh sleeps in, and looked on inside.
As ever, it was messy and full of prankster phonemic objects, enough to even make a pro water his mouth. Looking at the bed, I noticed that it was empty. Not surprised, seeing how his personality has brought the downfall of him.
I walked out of his room, and went my room. Neat and tidy, as always. I took a step inside when I then noticed that my mirror's cover was gone. Still in the closet, but, now, it was gone.
That's strange, I thought as I tried not to look at it, Josh never really comes into my room, unless it's for a prank or a serious matter. That's it, I thought, The little prankster's out to get me again. I yelled out, "Alright, Josh, give it up, I know this is a joke!" Expecting for an answer, I stood there.
Silence.
I still stood there.
Silence, yet still there. The white noise, reclaiming it's place, took hold of my ears and hung on to them as if to tell me, 'Nobodies here.' I walked slowly toward my bed, then, exhausted out of my wits, fall down as hard a stone in mid-air onto the bed, and slip into dreamland.
I woke up with a startled look in my eyes, as I heard breathing. Soft breathing that you would usually hear as you start to die.I was pretty sure that I locked the door when I got into bed, or maybe it was Josh...No, it wasn't Josh, I knew what his breathing sounded like after that Halloween prank.
This isn't Josh. There's someone in my house, and it isn't Josh.
I then noticed that the breathing got closer and closer, each heartbeat that pursued one another through my ears.
Closer...
Closer...My heart beating faster.
Closer...
Then, I could feel the cold, damp, breath that emitted from the strangers mouth. It felt like the atmosphere of a swamp in the middle of the Amazon. Then, I felt and heard more breathing.
More then just one, no, twenty, fifty...The numbers were racking up...
So cold...I felt like an iceberg, frozen solid, not in ice, but in fear. Total. Fear.
I couldn't do anything, I was choking on my own breath, it felt like my heart was going so fast, it might of just blown out of my chest. My chest...So heavy. But, summing up enough strength and courage, I turned around to see the group of people sealing my fate...
Nothing.
There was nothing there, the heaviness in my chest was gone, my heart returned to normal heartbeats, instead of speeding ones. I felt everything coming back, as though it was all just some nightmare. I felt confused, puzzled, and most of all, scared. Where did those people go? When would they be coming back? I simply sighed a sigh of relief, and went back to sleep, as the rain threw itself on my window. But, as thunder lit up the room, I looked at the mirror, wondering, just wondering, who they were.
I was shocked, appalled at what I was seeing.
People, with their eyes gouged out of their faces, skin as gray as a tombstone, hair as black as the night sky, were looking right back at me.
I choked on my scream, it felt like I had no mouth. I couldn't scream, I just couldn't...
I didn't sleep the rest of the night.
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The next morning, I denied that the events that took place last night didn't happen. But, as much as I denied it, that image kept coming back into my head over and over again. I don't know why, but it seemed so real...I dropped it as soon as I got my coffee. I drank it up, and got prepared for school today. But, the atmosphere felt different, changed... I dropped that too and went on to my classes.
As soon as I got back, I noticed that Josh wasn't home. As usual, probably off partying his ass off. But, I simply walk right up to my bedroom. While doing so, I looked at the mirror from the previous night. I still couldn't get that image out of my head...So, I went up to the mirror and simply punched it, like a friendly type of punch, saying along with it, "You think you're bad? Yeah right, I could take you on anyday." The mirror simply stood there, giving me myself to look at. However, I seemed to noticed the few little smudges on their... So, I put some of my saliva on my shirt and tried to rub it off.
Nothing came off.
I did it a bit harder this time, really rubbing it in there.
Again, it did nothing.
As I looked in disbelief, I noticed these were fingerprints. As discovering so, I put my hand up to those fingerprints and tried to scratch it off. The weird thing, is that the mirror was slithering, like a packet full of worms, just slithering together, on each other. I kept on looking and removed my hands from the mirror, and started to speculate something...
Maybe these fingerprints...are on the other side...
I simply shook my head. How stupid of a speculation was that?!? I can't believe I even thought of that. I walked over to the computer, to get started on my work, and looked back again, and shook my head again, and kept on walking.
Someone was looking back.
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Even though I still got to work at a fairly decent, yet early time. I stayed up until the sun went resting, Two A.M, to be exact. As I typed in the last work, I breathed out a breath that was held for long enough, and let the utter stench of coffee fill my windpipe to the very brim, along with the stains of Ham & Cheese Hot-pockets to complete the witches brew. I got up, legs as heavy as lead, and bombed myself onto the bed. After all, that was the only amount of rest I was getting for about a week or so...
The sunshine hit me as hard as sticks and stones, and instantly, I knew I was late. I tried jumping out of the bed, but tiredness grabbed me instantly, and soon, I found out about how Fall was coming around.*
I instantly got up, striving myself to get ready as fast as I could. No coffee to wake me up, it seems. After getting on my bike, everything in hand, I rode off to my first period.
Fifth hour was where the sleepy condition was getting it's revenge, and boy, was it bad. It was about as worse as discovering you had Narcolepsy. Constantly falling in and out of dreamland, I couldn't keep track of time. Eventually, at the end of class, while I was heading straight out of the door, I heard the same old, same old phrase...
"Nigel, what's wrong?"
It was my Social Studies teacher, Mr.Hawuffman, he was like that old professor that had that unnerving, unemotional voice that most others had, along with the addition of his bald, polished forehead that was almost as reflective as a mirror.
He was mostly the person that help out whenever I seem to have a problem of some sort, I think maybe it's because he knew my mom way back, but, that wasn't really the case here, what was he calling me out for, now that was the case at hand.
As usual, I turned around, half-heartedly, and walked towards him, where he ran on from his previous statement with, "Alright, Nigel, what's going on?" And suddenly, he knew everything. He had this type of look that just made your day somewhat better, because in those eyes, it simply just said, 'Hey man, I'm here to help, now what's goin' on?'
"Look, it's nothi-" Before I could finish my sentence, he cut me off and said, "Look, that excuse isn't gonna catch the fish anymore, now what's wrong?"
"...Alright, it's Josh, he's very unhelpful, the most he ever does is pick up after himself. I mean, last night, I had to stay up after midnight to get this project done."
He had a confused look on his face, then saying, "Josh who?"
"Josh Goldberg, sir."
He looked down to the floor, unsure of what to say, then concluding with, "Nigel, as far as I'm concerned, there hasn't been a Josh Goldberg as far as 1961."
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