It stared at me. That's all it did. Just stared. Day after day I was forced to look into those big hollow eyes, and day after day my mind raced. It only existed in the reflection of my bed room. Who-what was it? One day as if it had read my mind the creature that highly resembled a man moved forward and began stroking my reflected hair. "This was my room once." It said in a voice that lead me to believe it was a man. Stroking my "hair" he spoke to me soothingly as if he were talking to a small child instead of my teenage self. "I was but a little boy when I first moved into this room. But much to soon I realized that they will never leave me alone, not while I disturbed them as the living. " The stroking of his hand that I could not feel at first began to feel like a light brushing on my head. So light that it was easy to ignore. As soon as I thought this he began to squeeze the head of my reflection during which the light brushing began to feel like large tons of weight crushing my head from both sides. "Now do you know what I did next?" he began. "I knew I would never have peace in this room as the living so I let them surround me and take my life. They promised me no pain... AND THEY LIED! They scooped my eyes out and split my soul. Now I can never leave without the other half." That was enough. I took hold of the mirror and shoved watching it shatter into a great many pieces on the floor. But that didn't stop the bloody hollow eyed ghosts filling my room and when I opened my mouth to scream..no one could hear me.