The mirror looks out
Theres nothing in the room
No human, not even a spirit
Would be good just to see a pair of eyes but no
The presence invades the empty house
vain voids and fresh pain
hanging cords but no chandelier
the sense of birth death and a short infancy lost to the backrooms of another universe
The mirror coughs
a stream of water bursts from the glass
It screams in a distraught english accent -are you having a laugh
A tooth came flying out blood tipped
The clean clothes on the bed tongued the sheets
The floor burped
footsteps came up the stairs toward the bedroom
A person entered avoiding the stale entity in the mirror
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