The Silver Scam

The reflection on the old glass began to move with an unsettling autonomy, ignoring my gestures. My eyes, now strange and deep black, looked at me with a hunger that transcended the physical.

A cold glacier burst from the rotting wooden frame, freezing the air and my screams in my throat. "I wasn't just an image, I was a void that claimed my place in the world of the living."

Suddenly, a pale, elongated hand came out of the liquid surface of the mirror, encircling my neck. The contact felt like a thousand needles of ice penetrating my skin as the silence of the room was broken.

A guttural whisper, filled with centuries of oblivion, promised me eternal torment in the dark. The glass began to crack, releasing a stench into the open tomb that flooded my senses completely.

Finally, I was dragged into the silver abyss as my stunt double crossed into my room with a crooked smile. My fingers were tearing at the glass from the inside, leaving blood marks that dissipated before my very eyes.

Now I stop at the reverse side of the world, watching how this impostor lives my life with methodical cruelty. No one notices the difference except for the trail of shadows that leaves you walking in the light.