Broken Mirror

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.

I stared at the face in the mirror, my eyes widening in shock. It was the face of a man, but it wasn't my face. The man in the mirror was older than me, with a long, white beard and piercing blue eyes. He stared back at me with a look of hatred and malice.

I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. What was going on? Was I going crazy? I blinked, trying to clear my vision, but the man in the mirror was still there.

I reached out and touched the mirror, but my hand went right through it. I gasped and stepped back again. The man in the mirror laughed, a cold, cruel laugh.

"You can't escape me," he said. "I'm in your head now."

I shook my head, trying to deny what was happening. "No," I said. "You're not real."

"Oh, I'm real," he said. "And I'm going to make your life a living hell."

I backed away from the mirror, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't know what to do. I was scared.

The man in the mirror laughed again. "Run," he said. "Run away as fast as you can. But I'll find you. And when I do, I'm going to make you pay."

I turned and ran out of the room, the man in the mirror's laughter echoing in my ears. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to get away.

I ran down the hall, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear the man in the mirror following me, his footsteps getting closer and closer.

I ran into my bedroom and slammed the door shut. I locked it and leaned against it, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I could hear the man in the mirror trying to break down the door. I knew it wouldn't hold for long.

I had to do something. I had to find a way to stop him.

I looked around my room, searching for something, anything, that could help me. My eyes landed on the mirror on my dresser.

The mirror.

I ran to the mirror and picked it up. I held it in front of me, facing the door.

The man in the mirror was still there, his face twisted in rage.

"I see you," I said. "I see you."

The man in the mirror's eyes widened in surprise. He tried to speak, but no words came out.

I took a deep breath and smashed the mirror against the door. The glass shattered, and the man in the mirror disappeared.

I stood there for a moment, stunned. Had I really just done that? Had I really just defeated the man in the mirror?

I took a step forward, and the glass crunched under my feet. I looked down and saw that the mirror was gone, shattered into a million pieces.

I smiled. I had done it. I had defeated the man in the mirror.

But I knew that he would be back. He would be back, and I had to be ready for him.

I picked up the mirror pieces and put them in a bag. I would take them to the store and get them replaced.

I went back to the door and checked to make sure it was locked. Then I went back to bed.

I lay there for a long time, unable to sleep. I kept thinking about the man in the mirror. I knew he would be back, and I had to be ready for him.

The next day, I went to the store and got the mirror replaced. I put it in my room and went back to bed.

That night, I had a dream. I was back in my room, and the man in the mirror was there. He was smiling at me, but his eyes were filled with hate.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I knew the man in the mirror was real. And I knew he was coming for me.

I got out of bed and went to my room. I looked at the mirror, and I saw the man in the mirror. He was standing in the middle of my room, smiling at me.

I screamed and ran out of the room. I locked the door and leaned against it, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I knew the man in the mirror was still there. He was waiting for me.

I had to do something. I had to find a way to stop him.