The Cursed Mirror

I was walking around my house last Friday, ecstatic. Everything was going just great. I was accepted into Stanford, the girl of my dreams is finally mine, I had a great job, everything was terrific. I had turned on the TV. My favorite show, Two and a Half Men was on. Charlie was being funny as always—wait, what's that?

Oh, it's just the mirror behind me. I managed to catch a glimpse of my reflection out of the corner of my eye as I was watching TV. "Thing's just always catching my eye," I murmured as I continued to watch my show.

I was tired after the day so I went to bed, exhausted. The next morning, I looked in the mirror as I got ready for work. My normal reflection as always. I'm brushing my hair when I take a closer look. Something seemed off, but I couldn't place what. It looked as if my image were distorted. Whatever, I thought, as I just went to work.

I came back from work tired as always. My girlfriend paid me a little visit and we sat on the couch and watched a scary movie together. After the movie was over, I needed to go to Wal*Mart.

"Hey babe, I need to stop at the Wally World for a bit," I said to her.

"Alrighty baby, drive safe. Love you," she replied with a smile.

"Love you too baby," I said as I walked out the door. I cared for her so much. I would never let anything bad happen to her. Sometimes, when I'm really sad the night before I go to sleep, she's the only reason I'd smile the next day. Anyways, back to reality. I came home with a roll of duct tape to fix my table leg when I see her crying.

"Oh no. What happened here?" I ask.

"I WAS LOOKING IN THE MIRROR....." she replied shakily and inbetween tears.

"....AND THEN A SKELETON POPPED OUT!!" she added.

THE END

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