A creak echoed the whole house. Frowning, I stood up. Looking around, I frowned deeper. What could creak?
Wood groaned again. Slowly, I made my way to the bathroom. It seemed like to come from there.
Slamming the door open, I flicked on the lights.
I looked at my reflection. All I could see on my face is relief...and a smile.
I touched my face. I wasn't smiling. In fact, nobody smiles like that. It is so big...so fake.
"Dare." I say-my reflection says. I jump, running away. I'm crazy. Not in hell was this happening.
Going down the hallway, a long mirror shone in the light. Looking at myself once again, it said "Dare."
"What do you want?!" I screeched hysterically, already halfway down the hallway.
"I want you to...Dare." It said words weirdly and slowly as if it was not used to speaking full sentences.
Taking my purse, I ran out of my house. Out of that place. Out of hellhole. Out, out, out-
A poor homeless man was swaying in the alley. His bottle of whiskey caught the sunlight, reflecting my terrified face.
My...my inhumanly-huge smile.
"Dare me. Play-play...with me."
Screaming again, I bolted away from the homeless man.
Going down a few blocks, I slowed down. Bad dream. Bad dream.
"Dare." I hear right over my shoulder.
Feeling a cold claw wrapping around my shoulder was the last thing I ever felt.
Author Notes: A terrible scary story. :P Well I suck.
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