Dare

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.
Hmmm. Nothing.
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.
"Dare what?!"
"Dare...me."
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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