Small Stories of My Own Creation

Blood On The Mirror ❤️

The shower water runs down my back as I wash the last soap suds off of my body. The cool pitter patter of the water takes my mind off of the stupid catcalls I got from the construction workers by my office building.

I climb out of the shower and grab a towel. I quickly dry off my hair and walk over to my mirror. I jump back, in front of me on the mirror, is words. Written in red, dripping down the glass.

I close my eyes and pray that it was something of my imagination. I open them again only to still see the words.

"You have really pretty eyes" what the actual heck.

I run from the bathroom, scared of how anything could have gotten in and written that on my mirror, not only just written it on a mirror, but written in blood on my mirror.

After throwing on some clothes I race out of my apartment and down the street naively hoping that if I leave it will go away.

I arrive at the coffee shop and quickly get in line to order myself something.

When I sat down I felt something cool rush through my body and when I opened my computer I found that it wasn't on my screen saver but a blank doc.

... I'm sorry if I scared you...

I watched as the words were typed onto my computer. I checked to see if someone had shared the document with me. It was just me on it, no other user.

... you do have very pretty eyes though. I wasn't sure how to tell you and I am technically not supposed to actually be talking to you, it's against the rules...

My mind is reeling with the possibilities and what rules is this... thing... supposedly breaking?

... you probably have a lot of questions. My name is Samuel, I died about four years back in a car accident, I'm supposed to be haunting you? But I, uhh, am not really following the text book, also you are the first person that I am supposed to haunt so I am kind of new at this...

What the actual heck is happening to me!

... anyway, I'm sorry for scaring you? I will leave you alone now...

I quickly click on the screen and type something back.

... wait!
I, uhm, don't go. It's alright that you scared me? If you want I can help you figure out the haunting stuff? ...

... really...

... yeah...