Mirrors, Mirrors

“Never look into the mirror after 3 am,” the blind man warned me, “you’ll see what she can’t remember.”

Here I stand and I stare, unable to look away from the agonized, bloody child crawling into my living room as the man in the plague mask stalks her.

The moment passes and I stand with my reflection; the hallway dark behind me.

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