Chapter 18

I was looking into the mirror at the stranger in front of me. I could see the shock in her eyes as she gazed into mine. I could feel her fear creeping up my spine as I continued to stare. It's hard to deny who you are when you see it staring back at you.

A long time ago, a man was walking down a street and saw a reflection of himself in the window of a house. He looked very handsome in his suit and had a big smile on his face. He continued to walk down the street, looking at the reflection in every window he passed by. Soon enough he was so lost in his reflection that he walked right into the path of an oncoming car. It took him a long time to recover from his accident, but the man had no recollection of the incident because he was so lost in his own reflection.

It was just another day in the life of a girl, I was sitting at home watching my favorite TV show. I heard a knock on the door, I answered it to find out that it was the mail man. He asked me if I had any packages for him, I told him no and he said that he would be back tomorrow to make sure. He left and I went back to watching my show. It wasn't until an hour later when I heard a knock on the door again, I answered it to find out that it was the mail man again, he asked me if I had any packages for him. It was just another day in the life of a girl.

The mirror that I have been staring at for the last hour has been getting on my nerves. I can't stand the sight of my reflection. I need to get out of the house, but I can't leave without looking into the mirror one last time. I'm just going to take a minute to enjoy my reflection, and then I'll leave.

I felt a sharp pain in my eye. I blinked once and then again. I saw a dark shadow standing in front of me. I tried to make out the figure, but it was just too dark. I stumbled back and hit my head on the edge of the sink. I looked up and saw the figure in the mirror. The only thing that scared me more than what I saw was what I heard; a deep, sickly laugh. It was coming from behind me, from the mirror. I turned around and saw nothing, but then I heard it again, this time from the door. It sounded like it was coming from someone else's mouth, but it was my voice. The laughter got louder and louder, until finally it stopped.

I woke up to my own reflection in the mirror. I had been going to sleep with the lights off and now I was staring at the reflection of myself in the dark. There was a stranger in my room and he scared me. I could feel his presence and it made me want to scream. I didn't know who he was, but I knew that he was evil.

The mirror was always my worst enemy. It always made me feel insecure, and it was never a good reflection of who I was on the inside. I knew it was a terrible idea to look into the mirror, but I couldn't stop myself. I hated the way I looked, and I hated the way people treated me. The mirror was the reason why I felt so inadequate and unworthy. But then, one day, something happened that changed everything. One day, when I was looking in the mirror, I stopped hating my reflection and started loving it. One day, when I looked into the mirror, all I saw was beauty.

It's not uncommon to see in the mirror that you're not happy with what you see. It is a common belief that the devil is in the mirror. The mirror is just a reflection of your emotions, not the devil itself. There are two ways to deal with this situation. You can either ignore it or you can face it head on and tell the devil to go away.