Seeing Is Not Always Believing

Bill woke up to the sun in his shabby two room apartment. There was an eviction notice on his door.

Bill tore up the notice, as he was getting them at least three times a month now.

As Bill headed to work, he noticed a shadow in his mirror, but the mirror was so dusty, he dismissed it as mere paranoia.

When Bill got to work, he started chatting with his friend, blowing off his work.

"Hey, John. Here any good news stories lately?"

"Yeah, man! There was this one where people would just fucking disappear man! It's crazy. They usually disappeared in the bathroom, near the bathtub or something."

"Bah," Bill said. After another non-eventful day, Bill headed back home. Odd, he didn't hear any yelling from his landlord. Good Riddance.

He was reading his favorite creepypasta when he heard something upstairs. It sounded almost like a muffled... scream.

"Damn pastas." Bill thought, as he climbed upstairs. Better check it out.

When Bill got upstairs, he heard glass shattering. Bill opened the door as fast as he could, but nothing was there. He slowly crept into the room, and heard a laugh in his ear. A sort of demonic girlish laugh. Bill turned around, but nothing was there... except for a piece of glass.

"What the fuck?" Bill thought. He went to where he heard the shattering. It sounded like it was in the bathroom! Now, since Bill was not superstitious, he thought he was just hearing things again.

Near the bathroom door, there was a dripping sound. Bill grasped the door, and opened it. Inside was a mirror and a bathtub. Hearing the dripping from the bathtub, he looked inside it. There was a little girl, inside the bathtub, with blood and severed wrists inside it.

Bill doubled over and blacked out. When he awoke, the door was closed, and the blood was gone. Bill went to the door, but it was locked.

Then, he realized his friends words, "...people disappearing in bathrooms... mirrors"

"Oh shit, shit, shit." Bill thought. He started sweating, and finally faced the inevitable. He looked at the mirror.

What Bill saw was normal at first. Just the white paint of the wall and himself, but he looked odd in the mirror. His reflection had a more malevolent look to it.

Suddenly, his reflection took out a doctor's scalpel and started tearing into itself.

Bill shouted "Ahhh!" as he felt the pain of the scalpel in his wrist.

But it got worse. Now, in the mirror, the little girl appeared; about ten-years-old, with dark hair, and pale skin. She took the reflection's body (which was now dead) and the reflection actually went into the body. Bill couldn't believe this. Was this some sick joke? No, it was more than a joke. He felt the pain, and this was too realistic.

A splitting pain erupted in Bill's head. He could see the little girl; with dark, black, soulless eyes—ambling towards him.

Bill tried for the door again, but it wouldn't budge. It was as if someone was holding it shut.

The little girl morphed into Bill's body, and Bill fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

—

Bill's body got up, five hours later. He walked out of the apartment, if nothing happened.

"Hey! Where is your money?" his landlord yelled at Bill.

Bill just looked at the landlord, and raised his hand to his throat. The landlord just crumpled to the ground with a horrified look on his face. Then, the landlord got up, and walked with Bill—out of the store, into the world.

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