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Hi. Guys. Do you know about stories? Stories
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
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.
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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?
I saw my son. Busting a nut in the foggy shower of pain. He disappeared. Whoosh! Gone. Where did he go tho?
I
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.
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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
''<nowiki/>'I wore your skin.'''
I was woken up by that. I
''<nowiki/>'WAS THAT THE BITE OF
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.
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