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The Figure

Mirror...long and slim...i stand in front of you again...with your golden frame...my reflection is so exact like me...even smiles at me...but  when i turned my head...my reflection didnt turn with me...she was staring oddly...grinning...laughing

I react by jumping back...letting out a scream and she screamed with me...sarcastically...who are you...i said...but she said nothing....i covered the mirror in black paint...but in the middle of the night....it started dripping away

Drip drop...drip...drop...i sunk into the sheets....i couldn't get out of bed....then i saw it....a figure standing by my feet...i click the light...and i couldn't believe....it looked just like me...it mimicked everything i did...if i covered my mouth...she copied it

Closer and closer she went....naked and crawling on my bed....i hollared but nothing came out...i couldn't make a sound....i was trembling now....i was wide awake....when she reached for me!







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