The Third Hour (WORK IN PROGRESS, INTRO FINISHED)

INTRO TO MY POSSIBLY GOOD OR BAD WRITING SKILLS (NOT ACTUAL TITLE OF THE INTRO)

"Be back tomorrow. Goodnight. ~Victor"  He writes in his diary, like he'd written every other night. Always at 9:00 P.M, sharp. A sort of send-off, to come back the next day. He believes having a diary's nice, expressing thoughts and feelings somewhere where he can reflect on them later. Victor always has consistently early bedtimes, after all, he's got work to do in the morning. And so, he brushes his teeth, gets dressed for bed, and gets very comfortable in his bed with freshly washed bedsheets, and his soft, warm blanket. Who could resist such an alluring display like this one? The nice, refreshing feeling he gets when he climbs in feels almost unnatural with how lovely it is. The light is cut off, and Victor lays, ready to gain himself some incredible sleep.

Thunk. "What was that? Did it come from the window? I didn't think it'd be windy enough for something to get blown at the window tonight.."  Victor thought to himself. Reluctantly, he rises from his bed to check the window. At first, nothing, but with the right angle from the moonlight, he could see that it was just a small tree limb that had fallen and hit his window on the way down. Not only was it windier than he'd thought, it was raining too. At first, he was a little put off, but he figured the rain would help him sleep. Victor then chose to go over to his bed once again, climb in, and try to sleep again. This worked, before waking up in the middle of the night. What could it be now?

Victor glances around, seeing if there might have been anything that could have woken him up. Well, his cat is sleeping peacefully, maybe more peacefully than he was. He treasured that pet of his like it was his own son, so there's no doubt it was happy. Scanning the room, nothing seemed to be wrong. While doing that, he briefly checked the mirror beside his bed for a moment. "Wait, was..was it looking the wrong way? No, no, no, why would it be..that's impossible. I'm completely crazy."  He looks again. Sure enough, the mirrored version of himself is facing the opposite way as opposed to where it should be looking. Victor rubs his eyes and blinks a few, times, not believing what he's seeing. He glances back at the mirror. The mirror was now undoubtedly facing the right direction. "What an odd trick of the eyes. I suppose it just happens to you when you're just waking up like this." It was a good explanation, and it made sense in his head. He won't ever truly know if what he'd just seen was real or not, however. There is no way to know.