[For the full enjoyment of reading these stories, read at night, close your lights, and don't look at the corner of your eyes...]
"Officer, why did you do it?"
"THE POLICE IS CORRUPT!"
"What has our nation become"
"Go away, Go away you Pig"
Im haunted, by society, by the ghost of the boy I wronged, and by the person in my mirror. They linger around me, reminding me, "you're horrible" "disgusting" "you are trash" "a disease to humanity" and it's all true.
I was suspended from the job for awhile until the media calmed down and was sent to a home, away from people. But it's quite clear that's not the case, it's obvious, they didn't want a criminal lurking around, pretending to be a hero.
I spend my days, inside my home, reading all the old and new articles about a man who killed an innocent child. When I'm suffering, it eases the childs mind, he loves to see my pain, it's what i deserve for killing him.
It's getting dark, I haven't went into the bathroom for days, I need to shower but, there's someone in the mirror, something in the mirror, that smiles at me, looks at me with its devilish eyes.
I open the bathroom door and I'm met face to face with a hideous creature. Its eyes, bloodshot red, skin gross and peeling, and the way it smiles, it terrifies me.
"Go away" I yell, "Go away, why are you here" I try and cover my eyes. But it doesn't work, the spirit of the boy, forces my eyes open, forcing me to stare at that monster.
"Why are you scared?" the man in the mirror talks, "Don't you want to talk to me" he chuckles, his voice is low and heavy, like the growl of a canine.
"Why are you here, you hideous fucking monster!" tears running down my eyes, my vision getting blurry, but the boy, he's still keeping my eyes wide open.
"Me a monster?" his chuckle, has become a full out cirus, his laughter eching in my ears
"Stop, shut up, SHUT UP!" I cry "Go away"
His laughter stoped, pure silence...then he speaks, "I'm not the monster" he starts chuckling again, "WE are the monsters"
I fall to my knees, and rub my hand on my face I'm smiling, I'm the one laughing, I'm the monster, there's no one in the mirror, but me.
The person in the mirror, the spirit of the boy, and me, we all start laughing hysterically. I stood up, still laughing, I approach the mirror.
"Stop" I bang my head against the mirror
"Please stop" I bang again
"I'm sorry" I bang my head one last time, the mirror shatters
"It's okay" the boy whispers
"We'll meet again" he hands me a shard of the mirror.
I look at the person in the mirror one last time, I can't hear him anymore, but he's laughing, and I thrust the glass shard to my neck.