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A cold morning of December Walberta woke up to find herself covered in sweat and
trembling, she had been having nightmares since ´´that´´ day, and they would follow
her through the years never fading away.
She got up from her bed, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, she thought
that might calm her down. Although it was the third time tonight that she had woken
up from the screams in her head…
Suddenly, she heard some footsteps, which didn’t make much sense since she was
alone in the house, her parents were out of the city in a business trip, and they said
she was old enough to take care of herself, she had only recently become 18.
Her curiosity
won over her
sense of danger
and she slowly
walked to the
living room,
where a big
mirror looked
back at her, ´´a
beautiful piece´´
her father had
said when he
got it in a garage
sale, but for her
it had always
been creepy,
especially because every time she looked into that mirror, only she could notice a
weird stain on it, like if someone had splattered some black paint on it.
She wanted to look deeper into the mirror as in her head she thought the stain was
transforming into something strangely familiar, but she suddenly stepped away as
she remembered that if you looked too much at a mirror your face would deform.
She turned around and started to go upstairs, she grabbed her phone and
wondered why it was downstairs, she thought she had left it upstairs.
As she opened the door to her room a FLYING FUCK APPEARED !!!
It was her friend Jeppeto who always liked to play pranks on her. ´´So those were
the footsteps she heard´´ she thought to herself. He stood up from her bed and
started getting closer to her.
She took up a defensive pose and looked down at him. He threw her a smirk and
said: ´´I thought I might scare you but you´re a tough nut to crack. I heard you were
all lonely and scared in your house so I came by. And on the way also invited some
friends over so we could have a party.´´
She turned around and behind her there were 4 other guys smiling playfully at her
as they just entered into her room, sure it was a weird sight to see, the problem is
that Jeppeto, and the other guys who were all friends of Walberta… Were already
dead, she was now in a room with 5 people who had died during a serial killer
attack to a friend meeting they had, that’s what ´´that day´´ meant to her, the sole
survivor, but they had never found the culprit.
She started doing what her therapist had recommended, she closed her eyes and
imagined that nothing had ever happened. And slowly began to breathe in and out.
She then suddenly felt a cold hand on her but going slowly up her back. She
opened her eyes and turned back, realizing that it was only Jeppeto being childish
as always. He looked at her concerned, and asked ´´What is wrong with you? If
you don´t want to party you can just tell us, it´s no big deal we were the ones who
interrupted in your house.´´
She answered ´´On second thought, take this´´ she handed jeppeto a little paper.
´´What is this?´´ he asked.
´´That’s my number´´ she replied.
´´Wait really´´ he stuttered.
´´SIKE THAT’S THE WRONG NUMBER!!!´´ Then she slapped him on the face…
´´That’s payback for breaking into my place without permission´´
But for her demise she slapped him so hard that she broke his neck, but like it was
nothing she just went like: -- GIT GUD BRUH—