I can never trust the mirror

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Contently Deranged Travelers
Like my newest story, Afflicted on 92nd, this was based on a dream my friend shared with me.

Submitted: November 10, 2018

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Submitted: November 10, 2018



I can never trust that mirror;
It always shows me something different.

It has come to the point where I don't know who I am
Or what I look like-
In and outside the reflection.
That is,
If I look like anything at all;
Anything recognizable or human.

It's just the mirror though-

The lady who sold it to me said so.
She was some sort of psychic. A witch.
I don't know why I bought it
Or how I even ended up in that place.

Now it's the only mirror in which I can see my reflection,

But I don’t know if I want to see it.
It's not me looking back.
I mean,
It can't be.
All these different faces...
And creatures-
They’re demented.

Just yesterday I woke up to find
Two large bumps on my neck,
And as I stared into the cursed looking glass,
All of a sudden, snakes began to grow out of the sores
On my neck
And they wrapped themselves around it.

I told myself it wasn't real,
Because nothing ever is-

Not in the mirror.

It was just a demented game...
A nightmare, a dream,
But with each passing night

This became less and less convincing.

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