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I woke up hastily, a tarn of sweat soaked through my hair, mimicking a disoriented halo. The moonlight cast streaks upon the dusky wall and stretched out to an obscure corner, then faded. The faint smell of passed rain loitered my nostrils. I stared pointlessly at the mirror on my table; a ashen girl glared back at me. Her unusual sapphire eyes were only enhanced by the dark circle that engulfed them. Her moist distorted tresses, dangled to the side as she cocked her head slightly. I turned away. So did she. Her glacial movements captivated me, lurching me into the depths of my forlorn mind.

Enclosed in a race of my wistful thoughts, I was shook by the "tat tat" of the window on the windowpane, flapping in the frigid midnight breeze. The curtain, startled too by the "tat tat" awoke with an eerie moan and gradually arose from its resting place; its hem soared ahead reaching for some invisible entity. It failed, and fluttered back disillusioned. A quiet "shhh" escaped the gaping window, which I was sure I shut earlier.

I rose from my drenched bed and stumbled as it released a protesting creak, which echoed in the ill-omened room. The curtain wafted again, reaching for me this time, for us. I shuddered and watched the prickly goosebumps glistened in the wan light. Some anomalous sense of questioning adrenaline possessed me for a minute as I watched my hand stretch out, towards the waiting pallid curtain, it pulled back, faintly tickling my fingertips, drawing me and the pale girl towards it, summoning us. We followed it.

It led us to my window, then went back to its slumber. I gaped out the window, questioning its motives in bringing us here. I looked down at the once nostalgic pavement, that now looked altered, dissimilar in the obscurity. The trees I once climbed now danced wraithlike, with down-turned shadows casting frowns and scowls on their woody complexion, like malevolent jesters. The wind passed by me, bantering my cheeks with little wisps. Everything came alive. Everything played tricks. I felt eyes watching me, felt their gaze plough into me. I could feel the girls eyes on me, I was afraid to face her, afraid to find my own reflection having her own intentions, afraid that the mirror was the one playing tricks on me.

I was possessed once again by damned curiosity. I turned my head slowly, the girl did not move, did not emulate me this time. Inch by inch. Edging my eyes to the corner. Hoping the black butterflies fluttering in my guts were superficial. I swallowed the bitter bile. Edged my eyes further still, only to find that her gaze burned into me the entire time. A daunting smile stretched across her lips. She was real.

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I woke up hastily, a tarn of sweat soaked through my hair, mimicking a disoriented halo. The moonlight cast streaks upon the dusky wall and stretched out to an obscure corner, then faded. The faint smell of passed rain loitered my nostrils. I stared pointlessly at the mirror on my table; a ashen girl glared back at me. Her unusual sapphire eyes were only enhanced by the dark circle that engulfed them. Her moist distorted tresses, dangled to the side as she cocked her head slightly. I turned away. So did she. Her glacial movements captivated me, lurching me into the depths of my forlorn mind.

Enclosed in a race of my wistful thoughts, I was shook by the "tat tat" of the window on the windowpane, flapping in the frigid midnight breeze. The curtain, startled too by the "tat tat" awoke with an eerie moan and gradually arose from its resting place; its hem soared ahead reaching for some invisible entity. It failed, and fluttered back disillusioned. A quiet "shhh" escaped the gaping window, which I was sure I shut earlier.

I rose from my drenched bed and stumbled as it released a protesting creak, which echoed in the ill-omened room. The curtain wafted again, reaching for me this time, for us. I shuddered and watched the prickly goosebumps glistened in the wan light. Some anomalous sense of questioning adrenaline possessed me for a minute as I watched my hand stretch out, towards the waiting pallid curtain, it pulled back, faintly tickling my fingertips, drawing me and the pale girl towards it, summoning us. We followed it.

It led us to my window, then went back to its slumber. I gaped out the window, questioning its motives in bringing us here. I looked down at the once nostalgic pavement, that now looked altered, dissimilar in the obscurity. The trees I once climbed now danced wraithlike, with down-turned shadows casting frowns and scowls on their woody complexion, like malevolent jesters. The wind passed by me, bantering my cheeks with little wisps. Everything came alive. Everything played tricks. I felt eyes watching me, felt their gaze plough into me. I could feel the girls eyes on me, I was afraid to face her, afraid to find my own reflection having her own intentions, afraid that the mirror was the one playing tricks on me.

I was possessed once again by damned curiosity. I turned my head slowly, the girl did not move, did not emulate me this time. Inch by inch. Edging my eyes to the corner. Hoping the black butterflies fluttering in my guts were superficial. I swallowed the bitter bile. Edged my eyes further still, only to find that her gaze burned into me the entire time. A daunting smile stretched across her lips. She was real.