#thethinginthemirror

November 15, 1935

     The feeling began many nights ago. That feeling when the hairs on your neck stand up as a shiver is sent down your spine. It's almost more of a sense rather than a feeling- a bestial sense from before homo sapiens existed, that kept our archaic ancestors alive. I felt it now as I recall the feeling from previous days, I feel as if the shadows behind me hide some sort of whispering being, closely watching me.

     Three nights ago was when I felt it for the first time. I was washing my face in my small manageable bathroom. It’s color dull and showed a few years of use. I dried my face with a small towel and looked into the rounded mirror in front of me on the wall. Looking back at me was a man with a shaved face in his late twenties. His brown hair combed to one side and exhausted yet youthful brown eyes looked back at me. As I was viewing myself in the mirror I noticed something off. I lifted my jawline a little bit to see was seemed to be a small birthmark and yet I do not recall ever having a birthmark of any kind, let alone on my face. I leaned closer, and though I did not know it, each centimeter I moved closer to the mirror sealed my gruesome fate that much more. Once I was about two inches away I felt a coldness crept from behind me. I shivered as I turned quickly around, looking for whatever that ancient bestial sense felt was threatening my existence. I found nothing but a shower curtain, tub, and a toilet looking back at me with nothing to hide, and yet I still felt this strange feeling. I felt as if something was hiding just out of sight, my heart beating fast showed I was still scared. I remember shaking my head in dismay as it was a childish thought and a figment of my imagination. I thought to myself “this bathroom doesn’t even have a window, how could something be watching me?”