STORYMIRROR

Shivansh Choudhary

Abstract Drama Horror

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Shivansh Choudhary

Abstract Drama Horror

Normal Day?

Normal Day?

4 mins
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“Aw, Man!” I exclaimed, “It's 10’O clock...”. Well, I can set an alarm on my mobile phone, but I did not set it and I do not know why.” I will wake up tomorrow at 7 AM” I mean that’s all I can do, try again tomorrow. 

 

There is something weird today because there is no sign of our sun, it's just plain white today like our sun is absent. There is an unusual dullness in the environment.

 

“It might rain today,” I said to myself. This indirectly indicates that I will not take a bath today.

 

“Sravan go and take a bath!” said my mom and it was not a request, it was an order. So let’s take a bath.

 

My bathroom is quite ordinary and plain. It is quite roomy for an individual’s use, though I always keep it organised and clean. But I do not like the colour of its tiles, they are almost white which gives it a creepy hospital look and who selects white coloured tiles for a house?

 

We moved into this house a year ago and I always think that my bathroom should be renovated, and all these white tiles and those rusted pipes should be fixed. But I always forget to tell my parents about this.

“Okay, I will tell them today” I said “please don’t forget it Sravan”. I think my bathroom will be renovated in two or three weeks if I tell my parents today.

 

I do not know but I am very lazy that sometimes I do not even feel like brushing my teeth. Well, I have my blue brush in my hand, but I am still thinking that I should brush or call off for today. I will brush because I have already ruined my waking time, but I will not ruin it more.

 

My round Mirror is the single thing I will not change in my bathroom as it makes me look so handsome. I bought it from a nearby antique store, and I am proud of my choice. Its borders are made of sal wood which is dark brown with beautiful hand-made cravings of flowers which look very vintage. I

always think that I should keep this mirror in my room, but I do not know any particular place to keep it.

 

While thinking about this stuff I glanced for a second in the right corner of my room from my mirror. I noticed that there is something there. I am not scared as I do not think that it is real, so I looked back and there was no one. I tried to look again, now from my mirror and there really is something there. I am not joking. Well, I do not believe that spirits exist, but I am now feeling a little scared.

 

‘It is just an illusion there is nothing like this here’ I assured myself. 

 

I do not want it to be true because many times I have noticed that there is someone in different places in my house but there usually was nothing and it always used to be my delusion.

 

Then my mother comes into my bathroom to give me my towel. I am a little relieved that my mother is here now. Then I ask her to see that corner from my mirror “ Is there something ma?” I asked her.

 

“What is that?” said Ma “Run!” and her scream was the worst sound I have heard. She ran out and I was alone standing there, shocked.

 

Suddenly the reality comes to me that it is not an illusion and there is something in that corner and my heart suddenly sinks. The feeling of terror comes to me. For a moment I did not move.

 

I started feeling little numb and dizzy. Then I run toward my door. I am feeling very weak now. And the door is in the right corner of my room and going there is slowing me. Finally, I came out of my bathroom and now the dull weather is looking dreary.

 

Suddenly my eyes open and I am in my bed.

 

‘Pheww’ 

“Was it a dream?” I said. I am feeling so relieved and happy that it is just a dream. Then I looked at the time and it is 10 in the morning and I will not go in my bathroom today.


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