mirror game

it was the friday night.

we wanted to make one of these little parties again, how we did so often when someone's parents were gone.

and then, all of a sudden, the electricity was gone, too.

and my best friend started talking about some shit about the styles boy being murdered.

and the mirror game.

when you call him.

harold. harold. harold. harold.

4 times, in front a mirror, in the darkness.

of course my stupid friends wanted to try out and of course it wouldn't have been enough to risk a life at home, they wanted to go to his house.

the styles mansion.

up the hill, nearly in the woods. pretty much secluded from everything that happens down town. nobody who entered it ever came out alive anymore.

they filmed it.

they found a mirror.

they said his name 4 times.

they died.

everyone.

and I was left as the only one still alive.

he caught me.

he was the evil.