The Mirror That Watched Me Sleep

The Mirror That Watched Me Sleep

I saw me while I was sleeping. I found a mirror in an antique business hidden between a rated bakery and a pawn shop. His frame was complicated - pale wood with carved curls and branches, which looked like symbols. The owner said it was from the early 20th century and offered it for half the award without much demand. I should have asked why.

I placed it at the foot of my bed and leaned against the wall. At night, I was able to see my reflection in the faint light of the street light outside. At first, I settled down like a quiet roommate. But then things changed.

It started with a small thing. One morning, the mirror was nervous, but it wasn't cold, and he wasn't in the shower. I woke up another night and found a handprint inside the glass.

I lived alone.

I deleted it and blamed my imagination. Maybe it was my hand. Maybe the mirror was just old. However, I woke up every night between 2am and 3am. When I opened my eyes, I was always staring straight at the mirror - as if I had seen him asleep.

One night, I decided to cover it with a bed sheet before going to bed. It was the first night the whispers began.

I shot just at 2:30am and was sure someone was in my room. My ears cried, but beneath it was a soft whisper like someone breathing words under the threshold of understanding.

All the lights were turned on and the seats were pulled out.

Mirrors have been discovered.

I vowed to cover it. I remember putting the seat in the corner. The

handprint was back - at that time, two of them pushed against him as if someone had leaned forward from the other side.

I couldn't sleep the rest of the night.

The next day, the mirror was moved into the hallway. I told myself I was paranoid, but I couldn't ignore the weight of my breasts every time I passed. That night, I let it cover. At 2:

3am, Crash woke up.

The mirror returned to my room.

Stand upright. Faced me.

Should run. I would have brought it to the dump room or burned it. But I didn't do that. Something was frozen inside me, as I was looking from the inside, not just from the outside.

The next day, I tried to throw it away. I took it down and put it on the curb. I saw the trash truck come in and drag it out.

That night, it was back in my room. This time the glass did not reflect.

It was black - like an ink pool. Something moved with.

I couldn't sleep for days. I covered the mirror. I made it clear. I put it in the closet. I threw it into the river 20 miles away.

It's always back.

It looked at me.

I began to see things in the glass that was in the room - looking at the background, paying without a face. Sometimes, my reflection flashed when I didn't. Or smile when I wasn't.

I recorded it. Leave my phone all night.

In the morning, the video was gone. static.

One night, the reflection whispered my name. Cleared

. Crispy. As if I had spoken in my head.

"Daniel."

I didn't tell anyone. No one knew my name except me and the mirror.

Last night I woke up at 2: 3am, but this time I wasn't in bed. I was standing in front of the mirror.

or at least something looked like me. Behind the reflection, the

gathered shadows - like many in the darkness. I couldn't see my face; I just shaped it. Then the reflection smiled.

I didn't do that. We reached glass.

I couldn't move.

My fingers touched the surface and passed. The mirror-like water. Has occurred. And I saw him frozen in fear when he took my place.

I blinked--and I was on the other side. I won't sleep anymore.

It's not because I'm afraid. It's possible so. Don't dream in the mirror.

I'm looking now. Every night from the other side. I caught it.

And once you read this, don't look at the mirror at the foot of your bed for too long.

It was already able to see you.

The End