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Wrote this a while back. Tell me what you think! Mirrors. We use them in our daily life, for grooming and other miscellaneous things. But I feel they are something different. Something far more complex than you or I can even comprehend. The possibilities are endless. From alternate realities to Bloody Mary, paranoia is what drives this fear. I know none these are real, but I somehow convince myself they are. Whenever I shower, brush my teeth, or just simply look in the mirror or at a reflective object, I don’t and won’t take my eyes off of it in fear that the horrors I create in my mind may come true. Maybe it’s more than just paranoia, and my imagination running wild. These, were all my thoughts three days ago. Now, I know I’m not paranoid. I know I am sane. Not my parents nor any shrink can tell me different. I am not seeing things. I was and I still am normal, and now that I see something… some things labeled, unreal, I am suddenly given the name “Paranoid Schizo”. What are they, I ask myself. It is not just one thing, but multiple. Dark, shrouded figures with large, malformed stubs where a humans hands would be. They clawed from the other side of the mirror, the noise scratching its way out and into my ears. This didn’t scare me as much as what I am about to describe. They didn’t walk nor did they run. They crawled. When they did stand, they were only still, and stared blankly with their large, piercing orbs of vision. I always wondered where they were. Then I figured it out. They weren’t in the mirrors, in some strange alternate dimension. They were with me. They were the fear, the paranoia, the insanity I held, lurking into every recess of my mind, striking fear into my heart and soul. Wherever I went, my fear came with me. When I slept, it held me in its chilling embrace. Mirrors don’t scare me anymore. Well I don’t know if they do anymore. They aren’t allowed in my cell. I can feel them though. Swarming over me, daring me to let my imagination run wild. They aren’t creatures, demons, nor are they human. They are the entity, fear.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 13:11:39 +0000

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