I Wore Your Skin
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Hi. Guys. Do you know about stories? Stories that'll make you think twice? Well, I saw a guy in my mirror. His name was Mark.
He watched me. In the mirror, I saw him. A flash of light hurt my beautiful red eyes. I knew he was feeding upon my very fears and insecurities. But how was he doing that?
He smiled. He titled his back. His eyes rolled into his head. His face turned white. His cheeks shuddered. He couldn't stop me.
The next thing I know, I was in the bathroom. Fully naked. No actually. My cock was hanging out. I felt like I was about to be violated by Mark. The guy in my mirror.
He slowly pulled off his hair. Strand after strand. He roared a mighty and kinda weird laugh that sounded like a hamster trying to pilot a aeroplane in the Czech Republic.
Look, that sounds specific. Right? That's because. T-that's. T-t-that's because. That's because it was specific. Right?
I saw my son. Busting a nut in the foggy shower of pain. He disappeared. Whoosh! Gone. Where did he go tho? That's what I wanna know!
I didn't mean to rhyme. Heh. It was just. Uhh. Umm. Hmm. A bad. A bad habit. Yes. Just a bad habit.
I heard a scream. It sounded like screaming. Then, I screamed along. Thinking it was a new song by Korn for some reason. Twist started to play. Mark in the mirror started to mouth the words. This was, off. And it was horrible, too.
I heard Mark. He said. One Thing. It brought me to hell. In one single sentence. Yeah. This is what he said.
'I wore your skin.'
I was scared. Shocked. Or maybe just blind? But. This was creepy. Now you know. But oh yeah, one more thing to mention.
Before I went to sleep, I saw my mirror. Hanging. Cracking. Slowly starting to swing. Side to side. Something wasn't right. I heard a voice deep within my very ear before I went to sleep. I noticed that I had NO SKIN!!!!111 I was shocked. This is what the voice said.
'I wore your skin.'
I was woken up by that. I didn't feel like falling back asleep. I saw Mark. He was standing at the foot of my very bed. He started to walk closer. Twitching. He said something else.
'WAS THAT THE BITE OF '87?!!'
I realised. It. Was. Markipiler?! Then he pulled me by the neck. He threw me around like a ragdoll. He spat on my shoes and he shat on my newly-decorated paintings of Bill Cosby.
Then, Mark approached. He was getting closer. And closer. And closer. And closer... And then BONK! He whacked me with a baseball bat. Blood and puss was all over the ground. My vision was blurry. The next thing, I knew, I woke up in a hospitial. The doctor was. JacksepticEye?! The other doctor was Mark. Mark said one last terrifying thing.
'I wore your skin.'
The next thing I knew, I was in a extremely deep sleep.
Written by TheBigLG
Content is available under CC BY-SA
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