I woke up to hear knocking on the glass. At first I thought it came from window, then I realized it was coming from the mirror…

The mirror from the hallway.

The mirror which I once used to look in everyday,almost every time I was in the hallway.

But it was now shattered on the floor.

Nobody,or well,_nothing_,was knocking on the glass anymore.

Instead,all the light,even from outside,was gone. And it was way to dark in the house.

_That_,whatever it was,it was now doing something in the house. _In my house. That _was…searching something? Or maybe it was searching someone. Searching me.

I got up quickly from my bed to go to find light.__

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_I had to found it before it found me._

I found a candle in the kitchen,and I lighted it. And that was the moment I saw where _that_ was,the money I look into the mirror.

It was me.

I was the monster from the mirror.