Ishmael Tulloch
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Metamorphosis
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. I noticed my hair was changing colors from its usual dark brown to a gorgeous crimson red. Streaks flowed down from the roots all the way to end. Almost half of all my hair turned red and the rest was slowly changing. My baby blue eyes had already become a sharp viridian green. A subtle sweetness filled the air in the room. It appeared seemingly out of nowhere, as if coming from the mirror itself. Perhaps my mind is still out of shape from last nights festivities. The drinking pains still lingering in my stomach. Very close to a hangover but somehow I staved it off. I thought it was that, but after a minute of close examination I realized it was quite real. A strange vibe could be felt everywhere; as if someone was watching me. I hated the feeling and the cold air made it worse. I quickly grabbed my velvet blanket, wrapped it around me and headed downstairs for the thermostat. It was time now anyway. Most of the day was slept away.
By Ishmael Tullochabout a year ago in Horror