Reflections of Pain
This Journal was found at the feet of Mr David Windstrom, a convicted Psychotic who committed suicide after 2 months in confinement, it was given to the remaining family member of the Windstrom family his sister Mary, who found a note in the first page asking that this be distributed to anyone she knew, I was shown this only 2 days ago and decided to share and help her do her brothers last request.
Curiosity... I was its slave... like you I was a frequent Reader of creepy pasta, from the pokemon stories to the marble hornets, you name it I have read it. I was fascinated with the idea of spirits, ghosts, demons and the like, as many readers of creepy pasta are, but I did the one thing no one should ever do.
My Name is David and It was a normal day like any other, i worked, came home to the love of my life Erica, she's only been seeing me for a little while, yet she doesn't live with me but I think she's the one that I want to be with, you can say that I'm a love crazy fool but I don't care I love her. After dinner I went to read the latest batch of creepy pasta, one after the other until it was well into the night. Erica was concerned about my fascination with these stories and that it was going to warp my mind, as if she even knew the feeling these stories create, that feeling of something more out there, life after death, the supernatural, hell everybody has that moment where they think to themselves "I wonder?" well I can tell you now don't give in to curiosity, some things are better left alone as my story will tell you.
By Memory it was February 19th and I had the whole day to myself being that it was a Saturday, so I read pasta, had to catch up. After an endless amount of stories I went to use the bathroom, as I was washing my hands I stared at the mirror in front of me and said the words that would seal my fate "I wonder?" reading about stories involving a mirror I turned the lights of except for the light that was directly above the mirror, a dull light that didn't work all that well but I gave me enough to let me see what I was doing, I placed my right hand on the glass and stayed completely still and waited, I couldn't tell you how long it took before I sighed to myself in disappointment, shaking my head and chuckling to myself, that's when noticed my reflection hadn't moved.
It was still stuck in the pose that I was just in, yet I could notice something changing slowly, I wanted to cry out to Erica but was stunned by what was happening, my reflection was getting dirty, it looked like he just came out of a meatworks, covered in dried and almost fresh looking blood, his face changing from a blank expression to a look of sadness and pain, after a while he was covered in gore and blood and his hand began to move to his side. As his hand moved his eyes caught mine and a feeling of pure fear and horror came over me, I was stuck in place and couldn't take my eyes of him, he then smiled a crooked smile and moved his mouth as if he was talking, I couldn't hear anything at first but watching his lips it looked as if he was saying, "I have something to show you" and he put his hand back on his side of the glass, I couldn't tell you what I was thinking at the time yet curiosity got the better of me and I placed my hand on his. As I did the light cut out and I felt a cold touch at my hand, I took my hand away and looked at it to see what it was and I suddenly found myself in a lounge room, not mine though, the furniture was really expensive looking with a fireplace blazing away, I saw a figure that looked familiar and was humming a tune, it was Erica and it looked like she was holding a baby! "this must be a vision of my future!" I thought to myself, as I got closer Erica looked at me and smiled "Isn't he beautiful?? Malcolm will be big and strong like you one day dear" I then reached out to hold my son and that cold feeling came flushing back, before I knew it I was back I my bathroom and my reflection was staring me down once more, a look of seriousness was over his face as he raised his left arm, a watch on his wrist that matched mine, now my watch was digital and told the date and time and as I looked at the watch the time was right but the date was 2 days from today, he then looked at me again, placed his hand back on the glass and slowly started to fade.
The reflection I saw in the mirror was my own again and responded to me as it should, as I was making faces and throwing my arms around like I was impersonating a chimp I saw Erica in the mirror standing at the doorway, she looked puzzled as I turned around, I then rushed to her hugging her gently with a smile, I was happy. If only I had of known sooner I would have smashed that mirror to pieces but as I said before my curiosity got the better of me. After waking up the next morning seeing that Erica was still asleep I went back to the mirror, hoping to see that thing again, I placed my hand on the glass again, nothing. It obviously wanted me to come back to the mirror in a day at the same time, so I waited. 21st of February and like a excited child I waited for Erica to return to her home so I can answer many questions in my head, who is this spirit? what does it want? you know the normal questions you ask when you're faced with something you don't understand.
The time was right, the lights were dimmed and my hand is placed, ready for whatever happens next. It didn't take long this time, he was waiting with his hand in the same spot as if he hadn't moved for 2 days, still covered in god knows what. Once again his hand moved to his side and his face turned angry as if I had done something wrong, his lips moved again yet this time he had a voice, a deep haunting voice "I have something to show you" as he spoke his hand remained at his side not like before. I placed my hand on the mirror, he didn't move, "what do you want me to do?" I asked hoping he would speak again yet nothing was said, I then asked him again shouting this time waiting for an answer, there was none, he was still except his eyes which followed me. I remembered what happened last time and decided to try and mimic his stance, as I did the reflection had another figure behind it, what scared me is I could feel it when it was wrapping its arms around me, I couldn't see any arms from my point of view, only in the mirror. It was Erica yet she looked odd, her eyes closed with a look of sadness, bits of what looked like dried blood streaming down, she was holding a photo, it was her with my son, yet the man beside her had his face removed, as if clawed out. My body went cold as the arms took hold, my reflection still wearing a look of anger while Erica simply kept holding me in both sides of the mirror, she then slowly started to let go but before she was done I saw her lips go to my ear as if she was whispering, she only said "I'm Sorry..." her voice had a coldness to it that chilled me to the bone. The reflection then raised his arm again showing the watch, the date was tomorrow at midnight and as he slowly faded away his face was crying. I was worried about this new vision, especially seeing Erica like that, I wasn't excited anymore.
Sleep wasn't an option for me that night as I kept hearing that voice play on in my head, "I'm Sorry?" me and Erica never fight, not even when the time came for one we just talked it out and let it go, it wasn't like her to be like that. Even Erica noticed something was wrong when she came for a quick visit, she left before it was time and I knew she wouldn't believe my story even if I tried, the time came and fear gripped me as I saw the mirror in front of me, I positioned myself and prepared for the worse, soon enough he appeared and he was still crying like before, he then quickly lunged at the mirror as if he was trying to break through it, both hands on the mirror with his face not an inch away from the mirror, he then spoke the only thing he has ever said and stayed in that position waiting for me to follow. I'm not ashamed to say that I was terrified of what I would see, especially since my reflection was posed in a quite menacing way, I feared that he would try to attack or pull me in to his world, but as I hesitated he slammed the mirror again growing impatient, I had no choice. My hands touched his and the lights cut out again, the cold feeling was almost unbearable this time as I saw myself in the room again, this time I saw Erica again standing in front of me, we were talking about Malcolm my son, yet my mouth was moving on its own , my voice was very deep and it didn't seem like my own. As I listened on the question came up about "him" Erica then shook her head "he's just a friend" as she said that a look of horror came over her as she look behind me, as I turned around I felt something hit me in the head quite hard and I fell to the ground, as I started to faint all I could see was Erica cower in a corner as another figure slowly walked towards her, I tried to scream out but before I could say a word that cold feeling hit me again and before I knew it I was staring at my reflection once more, yet my hands were stuck. As I looked at my hands my reflection had hold of them with icy cold hands, I shouted at the top of my lungs to let go but he wouldn't move, he then started speaking again " I wanted to help you " his voice was deep and with every word my stomach would turn "what do you mean? Your showing me what happens to us, your showing me my future with Erica?!" my face showing a look of fear, he then looked at me and laughed "that was your future but it is not to be with Erica" I gasped at what he said. "What? You were showing me our son! and that I we would be in danger-"before I could continue he bellowed out the words that made my stomach drop "MALCOLM IS NOT YOUR SON! But it is Erica's son" The visions then came flashing back yet it wasn't from the same perspective, it was from another person in my house, I think this time I am actually looking through my eyes. I was looking at Erica's phone as gripping it with anger as a message was shown on the screen
"HI HONEY, JUST THOUGHT ID MESSAGE YOU TO SAY MAKE SURE YOUR OKAY, I KNOW I WAS A BIT HARSH ON YOU LAST NIGHT BUT YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU RIGHT?, I MEAN YOUR THE MOTHER OF MY CHILD AND SOME DAY WE WILL BE MARRIED I PROMISE. I LOVE YOU PLEASE COME HOME SOON"
My heart sank, she never told me of her son or of the father, I remember her saying that her last boyfriend was clingy but I never realised they had a child together, but she told me that she wanted nothing to do with him anymore? Why?... why?... WHY?!!!! I kept thinking to myself. Throwing the phone back down on the table my rage was growing, I then heard footsteps as Erica came into the room asking what was wrong, I told her that I just haven't been sleeping well lately and not to worry, I remember this was just before I came to the mirror not 30 minutes ago and saw myself go to the mirror, what puzzled me was that I was doing everything the same, yet there was no reflection other than my own copying everything I was doing like it should. Soon it got to the point where I blacked out and instead I saw myself look at the mirror in pure rage, I then saw myself go to the basement and grab my bat from college, "TruSty oLd tHinG" I said to myself. Next thing I knew I was in that lounge room again and it was familiar, it was Erica's lounge room yet I wasn't looking at her, I was looking at another man talking to her asking about "him" I then rushed him bat in hand and slammed it into the side of his head, he fell to the ground with a look of shock and pain reaching out to Erica as she cowered in the corner "DAVID!!!! What are you doing here!?!" she screamed as she held her hands over her head. As I slowly lurked over to her I noticed a photo on the a table nearby, it was the one Erica was holding in my 2nd encounter with my reflection but the man's face was visible now, it wasn't me but the man I just assaulted, smiling with pride next to Malcolm underneath written was Travis and Erica. Rage taking me over I grabbed Erica by the hair, pulling her close to my face, she struggled and whimpered as I looked straight into her eyes with furious rage "just a friend huh? All those night we spent together? All those times you said you loved me? Was I nothing more than a means to get rid of your anger towards this man?!" I then shook her head making her yelp in pain "you used me... YOU USED ME!!!!!!" In anger I threw her down on the floor and watched her crawl her way towards "him", she cried and sobbed with every movement, I was angry to the point where I couldn't control myself. I then pushed her aside and picked up my bat and hit "him" over and over, each hit causing him to scream and yell in pain, after about a minute I stopped and turned to Erica, she was horrified and frozen in place with bug eyes and her mouth wide open in shock as she began to cry some more. I picked her up again, bat in one hand Erica in the other she threw her arms around me in panic, what she said next made the real me, the one trapped in this nightmare scream in pain, still sobbing she pulled her head closer to mine "I'm Sorry" what happened next was the last answer to the big question, as I was trapped inside myself I was hitting her with the bat over and over again screaming with rage after every hit, after is stopped I noticed she was still hanging on for dear life, sitting on top of her my thumbs then dug into her eyes, my inner self kept screaming over and over to stop but nothing would work, Erica screamed till she died, eyeless and stuck in a look of pain I then ventured back home and went back to the mirror,
I soon found myself staring at my reflection once more as he still held on to my hands "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER?!" he then answered with a crooked grin once more on his face "you forget it was not me who did this... it was you, I helped you see what you could not and when you were angry I wanted to help" as he spoke the last words all the gore that he wore started coming off him as if it was fading, I then noticed It was covering me instead, I struggled and yelled as all the blood covered my body and face, he wouldn't let go. Soon I looked like he did and he looked like I did, it was if we swapped places yet he was still in the mirror smiling "now it is time to face what you have done" he then began to laugh as if taunting me. I cursed him at the top of my lungs and began punching the mirror, It didn't crack at all even after putting everything I had into my punches, it was only hurting my hands, I then looked to see Erica back to her old self beside him smiling, they then began to hold hands and turn around, walking off laughing. I screamed at the top of my lungs to give her back to me but the laughing grew to the point that the mirror shattered into many pieces, as they fell to the ground one by one I could still hear them laugh but as I watched I noticed something on the floor, It was the body of Erica still stuck in that expression of torment slumped on the bathroom floor. Before I could do anything I heard my door getting kicked in and the sound of footsteps filling my house, someone had noticed what had happened and the police were at the doorway to my bathroom.
I was taken into custody and charged with the murder of Erica and her boyfriend who was the rightful father to Malcolm, the baby I thought was mine. They charged me with insanity after I told my story and broke every mirror in my sight; it only reminded me of that thing... I now sit confined in this room, no mirrors, no friends, no family. My life and my love taken by something I can't explain or begin to understand, I still hear the screams when I sleep and the laughter of that thing as he takes Erica away from me, I even still hear her voice say that she's sorry and it always brings me to tears. I tell you this story in the hope that people will listen and never take the next step!!!! You must remember some stories are derived from fact, DONT RISK IT!!!!!! DONT GIVE IN TO CURIOSTY!!!! DONT!!!!!
Credited to Heretic875
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