The Reflection

Alone in the house, I looked out the window and saw… myself? It was as if my own face was staring at me from the snow on the ground. Almost as if it were a mirror. I decided to go and inspect it, so I put on my boots and coat and headed outside. But, when I got to where I was sure the reflection was, it was gone. I turned around, and there, in the snow right up against the house, was my reflection again. And then it was gone.Now I was becoming impatient, “What is that thing anyways?” I wondered aloud. I went back inside, saw that it was getting late, and went to bed. The next morning I woke up again and decided that yesterday’s conflict must have been a dream (a teleporting mirror, come on). However, when I looked out the window, I saw a sign on a tree that read: “Watch your back,” and below the writing, there was the same reflection, except it was different. In the background of the picture there was someone I didn’t recognize behind me. Worried, I slowly turned around, and no one was there. I turned around again, and the sign on the tree was gone. Now I wasn’t the kind of person who gave up after just two short days, so I set out again, and again… and again. I didn’t see the reflection again for another week, when I had long since forgotten all the strangeness that had happened. The reflection this time was blurry, out of focus, but one thing was for sure, it was me all right. Suddenly the image was clear, and before I could see what it was, something reached out of the image and touched me on the arm. I woke up at home in my bed. The next day, after cowering inside all morning long I, went out in the afternoon and to my horror found hundreds of the reflections! And they were speaking. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but then again, I really didn’t care either. I ran as fast I could towards the house, but the reflections blocked my path! When I tried to run through them I was stopped by an invisible force field that knocked me to the ground. But the ground was not really ground. The reflections had closed it on me now and what was once ground turned into more of them, lifting me into the air! And the person who had been in the background the week before entered the background of the reflections now, and all of the reflections started to turn into this person who wasn’t really a person. It’s arms were too long and had claws on the end. I was never heard of again Alone in the house, I looked out the window and saw… myself? It was as if my own face was staring at me from the snow on the ground. Almost as if it were a mirror. I decided to go and inspect it, so I put on my boots and coat and headed outside. But, when I got to where I was sure the reflection was, it was gone. I turned around, and there, in the snow right up against the house, was my reflection again. And then it was gone.Now I was becoming impatient, “What is that thing anyways?” I wondered aloud. I went back inside, saw that it was getting late, and went to bed. The next morning I woke up again and decided that yesterday’s conflict must have been a dream (a teleporting mirror, come on). However, when I looked out the window, I saw a sign on a tree that read: “Watch your back,” and below the writing, there was the same reflection, except it was different. In the background of the picture there was someone I didn’t recognize behind me. Worried, I slowly turned around, and no one was there. I turned around again, and the sign on the tree was gone. Now I wasn’t the kind of person who gave up after just two short days, so I set out again, and again… and again. I didn’t see the reflection again for another week, when I had long since forgotten all the strangeness that had happened. The reflection this time was blurry, out of focus, but one thing was for sure, it was me all right. Suddenly the image was clear, and before I could see what it was, something reached out of the image and touched me on the arm. I woke up at home in my bed. The next day, after cowering inside all morning long I, went out in the afternoon and to my horror found hundreds of the reflections! And they were speaking. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but then again, I really didn’t care either. I ran as fast I could towards the house, but the reflections blocked my path! When I tried to run through them I was stopped by an invisible force field that knocked me to the ground. But the ground was not really ground. The reflections had closed it on me now and what was once ground turned into more of them, lifting me into the air! And the person who had been in the background the week before entered the background of the reflections now, and all of the reflections started to turn into this person who wasn’t really a person. It’s arms were too long and had claws on the end. I was never heard of again Alone in the house, I looked out the window and saw… myself? It was as if my own face was staring at me from the snow on the ground. Almost as if it were a mirror. I decided to go and inspect it, so I put on my boots and coat and headed outside. But, when I got to where I was sure the reflection was, it was gone. I turned around, and there, in the snow right up against the house, was my reflection again. And then it was gone.Now I was becoming impatient, “What is that thing anyways?” I wondered aloud. I went back inside, saw that it was getting late, and went to bed. The next morning I woke up again and decided that yesterday’s conflict must have been a dream (a teleporting mirror, come on). However, when I looked out the window, I saw a sign on a tree that read: “Watch your back,” and below the writing, there was the same reflection, except it was different. In the background of the picture there was someone I didn’t recognize behind me. Worried, I slowly turned around, and no one was there. I turned around again, and the sign on the tree was gone. Now I wasn’t the kind of person who gave up after just two short days, so I set out again, and again… and again. I didn’t see the reflection again for another week, when I had long since forgotten all the strangeness that had happened. The reflection this time was blurry, out of focus, but one thing was for sure, it was me all right. Suddenly the image was clear, and before I could see what it was, something reached out of the image and touched me on the arm. I woke up at home in my bed. The next day, after cowering inside all morning long I, went out in the afternoon and to my horror found hundreds of the reflections! And they were speaking. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but then again, I really didn’t care either. I ran as fast I could towards the house, but the reflections blocked my path! When I tried to run through them I was stopped by an invisible force field that knocked me to the ground. But the ground was not really ground. The reflections had closed it on me now and what was once ground turned into more of them, lifting me into the air! And the person who had been in the background the week before entered the background of the reflections now, and all of the reflections started to turn into this person who wasn’t really a person. It’s arms were too long and had claws on the end. I was never heard of againAlone in the house, I looked out the window and saw… myself? It was as if my own face was staring at me from the snow on the ground. Almost as if it were a mirror. I decided to go and inspect it, so I put on my boots and coat and headed outside. But, when I got to where I was sure the reflection was, it was gone. I turned around, and there, in the snow right up against the house, was my reflection again. And then it was gone.Now I was becoming impatient, “What is that thing anyways?” I wondered aloud. I went back inside, saw that it was getting late, and went to bed. The next morning I woke up again and decided that yesterday’s conflict must have been a dream (a teleporting mirror, come on). However, when I looked out the window, I saw a sign on a tree that read: “Watch your back,” and below the writing, there was the same reflection, except it was different. In the background of the picture there was someone I didn’t recognize behind me. Worried, I slowly turned around, and no one was there. I turned around again, and the sign on the tree was gone. Now I wasn’t the kind of person who gave up after just two short days, so I set out again, and again… and again. I didn’t see the reflection again for another week, when I had long since forgotten all the strangeness that had happened. The reflection this time was blurry, out of focus, but one thing was for sure, it was me all right. Suddenly the image was clear, and before I could see what it was, something reached out of the image and touched me on the arm. I woke up at home in my bed. The next day, after cowering inside all morning long I, went out in the afternoon and to my horror found hundreds of the reflections! And they were speaking. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but then again, I really didn’t care either. I ran as fast I could towards the house, but the reflections blocked my path! When I tried to run through them I was stopped by an invisible force field that knocked me to the ground. But the ground was not really ground. The reflections had closed it on me now and what was once ground turned into more of them, lifting me into the air! And the person who had been in the background the week before entered the background of the reflections now, and all of the reflections started to turn into this person who wasn’t really a person. It’s arms were too long and had claws on the end. I was never heard of again.

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