The Me in The Mirror - Part 1

The Same dream, no it can't be called a dream, it's more like a nightmare. It comes to me over and over every night, and it doesn't let me sleep. It has been almost a month since I slept. Each time I close my eyes it starts again like a never-ending movie and all I see it's me, In a Mirror, naked, covered in blood with eyes as dark as the night, fangs stained with blood and huge claws with meat hanging from them.

- "Want to sleep." -

I said to myself as I looked through the window, seeing the clouds throwing lightning at the earth when suddenly I heard a scratching noise. I looked everywhere but I saw nothing.

- "This mostly will be the effects of not sleeping." -

I said with a tired look in my eyes. Suddenly I heard a voice singing,

- "Mirror, Mirror On The Wall Let The Beast Destroy Us All" -

I was scared but my curiosity was stronger, because that voice sounded so familiar and as I walked to where the voice was coming from, it stopped but I saw from where it was emitting that familiar voice, it was in my closet. Slowly I opened the door of the closet. Inside my closet there was nothing but shirts, some shoes and a really old mirror, about 5 feet tall, that was given to me by my late Grandfather, who died under mysterious causes when I was just ten years old.

Since there was nothing inside the closet I turned around to close the door, when suddenly I started to hear the voice again,

- "Mirror, Mirror on The Wall Let The Beast Eat US All, haha Come, Come, Come haha."

- "I know that voice but it can't be." -

I said to myself getting closer to the origin of the voice. The voice came from the mirror and when I stood in front of it, my skin turned white and my heart started beating faster. It was my grandfather, he was standing next to my reflection and he was dressed as I remembered him, in a red tuxedo with a red clown's nose. But my reflection was different, it was me but not me. It was the me from my nightmare, I had black eyes, fangs covered in blood, and meat hanging from the claws growing from where nails should.

But this one was different from the one in my nightmare. He was smiling, and looking at me he pointed to me and began scratching the mirror and screamed,

- "Let me out." -

And I spoke the only words that came to my mind,

- "How?" -