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I was home alone when I woke up. Everyone else was either at work or school, which was perfect for a loner such as myself. I did my usual bathroom routine, which involved brushing my teeth and washing my face along with the occasional moment where I talk to myself, and I looked into the mirror to be greeted with a reflection of me half covered in darkness, as usual. However, when I continued to stare into the mirror, I could've sworn I saw the darkness that resided on half of my reflection peel itself off of my body and possibly float behind my head. I quickly turned my head to see it for myself, but saw nothing. When I looked back into the mirror, I was surprised to see that it was still looming behind my head in the mirror. I've always had a controllable imagination growing up, but I never imagined anything so vivid. I had no idea what to think as I saw that darkness. A thought came to me after a few seconds: if I were to fill my mind with something positive, maybe the darkness might be out of sight and mind. I closed my eyes really tight and took a deep breath before singing lyrics that I felt might help me calm down: "rescue me in the middle of my darkest hour, time will tell I never really had the power. Some say it's easier to give up on it, I say it's time to rescue me". I kept singing that song portion over and over again and occasionally opened my eyes to see if I was making progress, but it seemed like that darkness in the mirror kept getting darker and bigger every time I opened my eyes. During some of the last few times I was opening my eyes, I was almost certain it seemed to take the form of a man. I closed my eyes tighter and gripped onto the sink while singing again. As I finished singing the portion again, I felt something touch my arm, which caused me to flinch, and it slid down my arm to my hand...intertwining fingers with me and gripping onto my hand. I looked at my reflection to see the dark form of a man behind me. It seemed more like a 3D shadow that felt familiar even though I tried to pass it off as ridiculous. I took some deep breaths to keep myself calm, but I saw that thing's "head" come close to my ear and freeze in its position. It then whispered something to me harshly that made me wish I had the guts to cry right then, there, and now: "You can't escape. No matter how hard you try, the watermelon doesn't roll far from the vine".

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