Mirror

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

reflections hold more than your image.

MIRROR




 

" This is the third one this month!” the officer yelled, obviously frustrated. All I could do was stare in shock when the officer’s flashlight beamed on the lifeless corpse laying in front of us, as the heavy smell of blood hung high in the air. The body appeared to be a man, but I was unsure. The victim’s nose and ears were severed, their face was morbidly swollen, and their eyes and mouth were sewn shut. Their head was bent over, so you could see the back, and it looked as if someone ripped a hole in their head and scooped out all of the insides. Their blood ran in dried lines down their face, as if it was the final time they wept. The officer picked up his radio and called in backup. As we waited in the dark, damp alley, the officer seemed to go quiet. I couldn’t see his facial expression with the faint beam of his flashlight, but I could tell he was as distressed as I was. I knew it would take a couple of minutes for others to get there, and I knew that it might get here first. I tried to calm down,  telling myself to slow down and process the situation. I thought back to when this all started.

 

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“Sorry, we’re closed,” I said, trying to sound enthusiastic, but ultimately failing. I couldn’t wait for this idiot to leave my store.  When the final customer, at last, left the store, I was finally able to lock up and go home. As I grabbed my keys from the breakroom, I locked the door and headed outside. The light drizzle caused the street lights to reflect In odd ways. Everything except the pitter-patter of rain was quiet, well It was close to 12 PM, but there should have been at least a car or two, or the occasional sound of the wind whispering. “Strange,” I thought aloud. I started down the dark and calming road, the splashing of puddles mirroring my footsteps. It almost sounded like two sets of footsteps. It must just be my imagination, or perhaps I mistook the sound of falling rain. My Apartment Isn’t far from my store, so my usual route only takes about ten minutes to walk. I really need to get a car for this. The rain slowed to a halt. Something didn’t feel right. I could have been the silence, or possibly the weird presence I felt. It felt as if everything alive had been hidden away from whatever this was. It felt like someone was behind me. All of my instincts told me to run as fast as humanly possible. I slowly turned in horror, hoping and praying it was just a false alarm. My reflection in the puddles on the street seemed to have stayed put while I kept moving. I watched in horror as the reflection started to move on its own, in stiff, sharp movements like a puppet. It moved like it was new to a human form, not knowing how to move right.  Frozen in terror, the world around me seemed to pause. My reflection slowly crawled out of its puddle like a fly would out of a spider web, Finally free. It looked odd. It looked like me, but more distorted, more impure. Its body constantly changes, unsure of its shape. Its body itself looked to be made of a malleable substance. Its face looked identical to mine. Its face almost looked out of place on its body, like someone photoshopped it on. It stared at me for a while, almost like a hunter stalking its prey. This can't be happening I thought. It seemed like something out of a movie.``what are you?" I slowly asked. Its face curled up into a Cheshire grin. "Wh-O a-Re Y-oU" it's shaky voice hissed.  It sounded like its voice was constantly changing tone like it had more than one voice. Like an amalgamation of souls. my first thought was to run, as all of my primal instincts told me to do. This thing would kill me. I could feel it. I have to run. I hastily whipped around and took off up the now nearly pure black road. I ran and I ran, I could hear it gaining on me. Its voice slowly breaks down and better speaking my words. "wh-o a-re y-ou?"  I'll go down the shortcut. I ran into the allie to the left of me. Run. I zigzagged across several allies. I could hear it getting farther and farther away. Still, its voice continued to formulate my words. "Who are y-ou?" its voice sounded identical to mine. It was mimicking me? Either way, I lost it for now. All that running drained most of my energy. I tired slowly down my current allie until I saw a flashlight. Someone else! I ran down the allie again, revitalized at the thought. I ran up and saw… a cop? His face was aglow with horror. I looked at where his flashlight pointed. I got his attention. "Hello?" I said nearly devoid of breath. He screamed. "Ahhh!". He jumped back and pointed the light at me. "Who are you?" He said. The words sent chills down my spine. He seemed to be too concerned with what he was looking at to push the question even further. I glanced over absentmindedly. I then saw the gnarled body tormenting me.


 

As I was saying the officer was as distressed as I was. I tried to calm down. I then saw a shadow at the end of the alley. Unable to be made clear. It might be one thing. I stiffened up. The cop seemed to see it as well. He didn't appear to have knowledge of that thing. Maybe I was going mad, All those late hours finally catching up to me. "Who are you?". These three words rang out across the alley. In my voice. Perfect this time. No stuttering or instability. The cop whipped around again, though not as surprised as when I made my sudden appearance. His flashlight gleamed off the puddles on the ground leftover from the rain earlier. His reflection stared back. "Don't let it reflect!" I cried out. "What?" He said. Before he could react fully, his reflection quickly snapped up from Its 2D realm and transmuted itself into our world. It slunk across the ground, like a spider. Dazed and confused as mine was. "Run!" I screamed. The officer, still very confused, slowly followed after me. "W-hAt?". "Who are you?". Over and over these voices played, like a broken record. We dodged through countless roads. The thing is gaining. Until I saw it. My apartment! I ran into the complex, the officer following suit. "Ow!" I heard him exclaim behind me. We ran into my apartment, as those things seemed to stay outside. I found my key and opened the door. We scuffled inside. I locked the door behind me. "Let me see," I said sternly. "What?" The officer asked. "Whatever you hurt out there," I explained. "Oh, One of those things scratched my arm. It felt like a hot iron. It left quite a burn.". I inspected the mark. It appears to have a strange glaze. Almost as if it was embedded with a mirrored substance. "I've got gauze and alcohol in the bathroom. Go clean yourself up.". He walked to the bathroom and shut the door. I slunk down on the coach exhaustedly. Oddly enough he didn't seem to have as many questions as I did. Maybe he's waiting until he's sure he's safe. I heard the bathroom door open. When walked out, he was moving weirdly, Stiffer. Maybe he was just hurt. He sat beside me. "So… what on earth were those things?" He asked. "To be honest I’m curious about that myself." I said, "you said that body was the third you found this month?". "Yeah. The doll murders. They've been at it for quite a while. Almost 2 months. We believe it's a cult of some kind. At Least that's what this brain tells me." He explained. I got a deeply uneasy feeling. 'This brain'? I turned to look in confusion. "Oh. I slipped up didn't I." His face curled into an unusual yet familiar Cheshire grin. His body twisted into one of those things. I didn't think, I just ran. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. It tried to push through, but I wouldn't let it. How did he become one of them? I was puzzled for a minute until it hit me. The mirror! I turned around to see his body, dead on the ground. Head hollow like the victim. Without looking I smashed the mirror. I heard a cry of pain. I?felt the pressure on the door dissipate. I unlocked the door slowly and peered outside. His body was gone. Shattered along with the mirror. The rain was light so the puddles will be dried by tomorrow. It's finally over. I hear sirens in the distance. Then, later, a knock on my door. It was the police. They tracked a trail of blood to my apartment. They searched the place and found his body with the insides of the head dugout. After I explained myself nobody believed me. I was arrested and put into a mental institution after my trial. I'll get out someday. They will all believe me the next time they look sideways at a reflection.

 

 

 


Submitted: November 02, 2021

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