The Beginning

This story doesn't have a title yet, so we're just going to start with the Prologue. Here's the deal - I have this and the first chapter written and ready to go, but I don't know where the story is heading, really. So, if after reading this you want more, comment and let me know.

Prologue - It Begins
Death has always stalked me in mirrors. If I have learned one thing from horror movies, it's that you never, never look into a mirror after dark, or if you're home alone and something creepy has happened, or if you're in a public bathroom and no one is around. That's when the person or thing bringing your death appears. Either right when you look, or as soon as you turn around after looking. So, for as long as I have been watching scary movies and TV shows, I've seen death in the mirror, every time. Little hints of unexplained movements, shadows that don't look right, a flicker of something that doesn't belong. And then, there's nothing and I go on with my life, the incident forgotten in moments, until the next time I see a mirror, and death is there.

I guess that is why, when I actually did see death coming for me in the mirror, I wasn't surprised. Scared as hell, but not surprised. Death has always been in the mirror.

But let's go back a little, and catch up~


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