Three Days Ago

scary horrors

 I was laying in bed. I couldn't sleep even though I had school in the morning. A noise breaks the silence. A whisper. I heard the whisper but I have no idea what it said. I get up on my elbows and look around in the darkness. I see raindrops starting to fall outside my window. The faint light of a car passing by creates shadows inside my room. I hear the whisper again, this time hearing clearly the words 'the mirror.' I get up and walk over to the mirror on the wall next to my desk. I flip my table lamp on to see the creature.

 It was about my height, maybe a little taller. It had no eyes, just black holes leading to an abyss of darkness. It's skin was black, with various cuts over it's body leaking a black stream of blood down it's skin. Its hands were scaled, with long, bloodstained claws. It smiles at me revealing sharp, yellow teeth. It raises its hand and scratches a message in the glass.

 I quickly jumped back. I wanted to yell, to call my parents to come in and look at the creature in front of me. But I was too scared to do anything. I think the creature knew I was scared, because it threw its head back as if it was laughing, but there wasn't a single sound. I could feel my body shaking in terror. I covered my head and said to myself, 'Just leave me alone!'

 At least five minutes passed before I looked up at the mirror. I saw my reflection in the mirror. I was pale as a ghost, my blue eyes were watering, and my arms were so tense you could see the veins popping out. I eventually turned the light off and got back into bed, trying to pass it off as an illusion due to exhaustion.

 I woke up after having a nightmare about that creature. I stared at my wall for a while and eventually got the courage to walk over to my mirror. I stared at myself. Eventually, my mother walked in and snapped me out of my daze. I quickly got ready and went to school.

 During my lunch period, I texted my girlfriend, telling her about last night. She didn't believe me and said it was just a nightmare. I went home and set my backpack on my bed. I got on my computer to search for anything on the creature I saw, but an instant message popped up before I could search anything. The screen name was 'Yourself'. There was no picture.

 'No one will believe you and there is nothing you can do.'

 I blinked. I started typing a message in the box. 'Why are you doing this to me?'

 'I enjoy toying with humans. It make me laugh seeing you watch as you destroy your own life.'

 'You will see.' After this, the person went offline.

 I closed my laptop, contemplating what the hell just happened. I tried to find some reasoning behind what just happened. The rational side of me said that it was someone pulling a prank on me. But I knew that couldn't possibly be true. The only person who knew about my situation was my girlfriend, and I knew that she wouldn't do something like that. I run downstairs, go outside, and climb my favorite tree, as this would usually help me clear my head. I eventually end up falling asleep in that very tree.

 I woke up to the sound of scratching. I rubbed my eyes and found that there was wood under my fingernails. I looked down and found a message on the branch I was sitting on. 'The window.' I looked into the various windows of my house to find, inside my window, was something that looked a hell of a lot like me, but slightly different. I immediately noticed that "my" hands were burned and "my" wrists were cut. "I" had sharp, blackened nails. My eyes were a sharp yellow, and my clothes and hair were covered in ashes. 'I' was smiling in a twisted, insane way.

 I was shocked. For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the being inside my window. I eventually climbed down from the tree and ran into the house. I burst through my door to find an empty room. I looked to my left, into my mirror, to see the creature, laughing like a madman.

 I ran out of the room and grabbed the pistol my dad kept in his room. I went back to my room and pointed the gun at the mirror. The creature just laughed some more. Eventually I just smashed the mirror with the butt of the gun. A sharp, demonic laughter echoed throughout the room. The laughter eventually turned into my own. I heard in my own voice, 'It's time.' I felt myself slowly losing consciousness. The last image I remember seeing was the creature moving towards me.

 I woke up in a pile of ash. I rub my eyes to find my hands burned and my nails sharpened, with ashes under them. My wrists were recently cut. I looked around. It seemed as if I were in what were the remains of a burned down house. I got up and dusted myself off. Beside me was my fathers pistol. I picked it up to find, rather than being hot, it was cold as ice. I looked at my reflection in the barrel of the gun to see my eyes were yellow. I put the barrel of gun in my pocket and felt something else move in my pocket. I reached inside and found a packet of matches. Three of the matches were missing. I threw them on the ground and started walking away.

 I eventually found my way to town. I found a newspaper and looked at the headlines. 'Three houses burned down in mysterious fires.' I read on to find that my, my girlfriend’s, and my best friends' house were burned down. Everyone inside died... except for me. It said I was a missing person.

 I stared at the headlines for a while. Eventually, something inside me snapped. I smiled. I laughed. There I was, standing in the street, laughing like a madman at the headline about people dying in house fires. I crumpled up the paper and threw it on the ground, still laughing. I found my way back to the remains of my house and climbed a tree. I just sat there the rest of the day, staring at the remains of my house. 

 I sit on the rooftop of my school. It's pretty early in the morning, so no one is around.

 I laugh as I think about the shit that's happened to me. My parents are dead, my best friend is dead, and my girlfriend is dead, all by my own actions. I have nothing but the clothes on my back and the gun in my hand. I stop laughing, and start to cry. Eventually I remember the words my mom told me whenever I was sad or depressed. 'Sing a song that best describes the situation you are in. That always helped me.' So, in between sobs, I started to sing a part of a song. 'My legs are dangling off the edge... A stomach full of pills didn't work again.... I put a bullet in my head and I'm gone.... gone..... gone... gone.... gone...'

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