Man in the mirror
A groan of wood echoes behind you. A shuffle. Silence. You steady your breath and continue to creep. All you hear is the patter of rain and the occasional scuff of your worn trainer. It’s too quiet. Or not too quiet. There's something wrong with the silence. Just something...
Don't look now
You still. Trying to regulate your shaky breaths. Trying not to be too loud. Another groan of wood. A shuffle. Something’s wrong with the silence.
Another step
An another
Then another groan. Is that still the wood? Something’s wrong with the silence.
Don't look now
You continue looking forward. Eyes shifting. Something glinting catches your eye. Something moving. You continue to move forward.
Don't look now
Your instincts screaming at you.
Don't look
Fear floods within you.
Don't look!
Your hand reaches out. Muscles twisted. Weathered.
Do. Not. Look.
A decrepit mask stares back. Skin peeled off. Decay setting in. Chunks missing. Ribs exposed.
A monster. A corpse. Haunted eyes meet.