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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,
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?
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
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
The time was right, the lights were dimmed and my hand is placed, ready for whatever happens next. It
Sleep
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
I soon found myself staring at my reflection once more as he still held on to my hands
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
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