I posted some writing on here yesterday and got some pretty good feedback, so now i am posting a story from a while back.
I had one of those shower mirrors, you know, the one that suctions to the wall. Now normally I shower with the lights off, I just like itbetter, found it more relaxing. But tonight I had to shave so I kept the light on, it wasn’t anything different. I got ready, grabbed my razor and looked into the mirror, beginning to shave. I finished the left side of my face easily and as I turned my head ever so slightly to start the right side I noticed a woman in the mirror, at the far end of the shower. Naturally I jumped the hell backwards and flipped around, cutting my face in the process. Nothing was there…
I turned back to the mirror and saw her again, blood running down the right side of her face; oddly enough… where I had just cut myself. Scared as hell, I jumped out of the shower, used the regular mirror to finish shaving and hurriedly left the bathroom.
I began to shower like normal again, in the dark I mean. I wrote the woman off as my imagination. I wasn’t insane so I was convincing myself it was anything else to make it better. I was just seeing things, I was tired, overworked, it happens; She wasn’t there. Weeks went by and I simply forgot about the incident… that is until I planned to shave again. Once again I kept the light on as I climbed into the shower, began my usual routine and started to shave.
She was there again; I didn’t get frightened this time though. I simply watched her, she was doing nothing, but this time she was already bleeding in quite a few places. The blood ran down her cheek and I noticed the shaving cream tinting red. Washing it off revealed cuts in several places on me, exactly where she had was bleeding. Another appeared on my face, followed by another, and another. I looked into the mirror and watched her use a razor to slice open her face. I jumped out of the shower, and there she was again, in my regular mirror, standing directly behind me. I approached the mirror and tried to study her. I didn’t get long before she pulled a her razor up into view, already dripping with blood. She began to walk towards me, as I listened to the blood drip from the razor and land on the tile, closer and closer, until she stood right behind me over my shoulder. I was frozen with fear, just staring into her deathly eyes.
She smiled, put the razor to her throat, and began to slowly cut from her ear down. It began showing up on me, I grabbed my neck and tried to stop the blood as the wound got larger and larger. I ran over to the switch as she cackled in my head and I flipped the light off. The cut stopped, I covered the wound and drove straight to the hospital in a panic. I tried explaining what happened but I was seen as merely crazy or traumatized.
I went home and decided it was best to confront her, to try and figure out what she wanted or to try to get rid of her. I turned on the light and gazed into the mirror, sure enough she was there, knife at the ready to slice our throats together. I tried yelling at her to go away, to leave me alone; she simply grinned and began to cut again. I charged over and flipped off the light, stopping the cut.
I quickly realized she can’t hurt me with the lights off, the cuts don’t show and I don’t see her. I walk into the bathroom each time I go to shower and I see her silhouette in the blackness each time, ignoring her best I can. I got into the shower, and rubbed my hand against the scar on my neck.
I feel her behind me every time, I hear her cackling, the blood dripping, I feel her standing behind me, razor in hand, and now I shower with the lights off, at least, until I have to shave again…
I had one of those shower mirrors, you know, the one that suctions to the wall. Now normally I shower with the lights off, I just like itbetter, found it more relaxing. But tonight I had to shave so I kept the light on, it wasn’t anything different. I got ready, grabbed my razor and looked into the mirror, beginning to shave. I finished the left side of my face easily and as I turned my head ever so slightly to start the right side I noticed a woman in the mirror, at the far end of the shower. Naturally I jumped the hell backwards and flipped around, cutting my face in the process. Nothing was there…
I turned back to the mirror and saw her again, blood running down the right side of her face; oddly enough… where I had just cut myself. Scared as hell, I jumped out of the shower, used the regular mirror to finish shaving and hurriedly left the bathroom.
I began to shower like normal again, in the dark I mean. I wrote the woman off as my imagination. I wasn’t insane so I was convincing myself it was anything else to make it better. I was just seeing things, I was tired, overworked, it happens; She wasn’t there. Weeks went by and I simply forgot about the incident… that is until I planned to shave again. Once again I kept the light on as I climbed into the shower, began my usual routine and started to shave.
She was there again; I didn’t get frightened this time though. I simply watched her, she was doing nothing, but this time she was already bleeding in quite a few places. The blood ran down her cheek and I noticed the shaving cream tinting red. Washing it off revealed cuts in several places on me, exactly where she had was bleeding. Another appeared on my face, followed by another, and another. I looked into the mirror and watched her use a razor to slice open her face. I jumped out of the shower, and there she was again, in my regular mirror, standing directly behind me. I approached the mirror and tried to study her. I didn’t get long before she pulled a her razor up into view, already dripping with blood. She began to walk towards me, as I listened to the blood drip from the razor and land on the tile, closer and closer, until she stood right behind me over my shoulder. I was frozen with fear, just staring into her deathly eyes.
She smiled, put the razor to her throat, and began to slowly cut from her ear down. It began showing up on me, I grabbed my neck and tried to stop the blood as the wound got larger and larger. I ran over to the switch as she cackled in my head and I flipped the light off. The cut stopped, I covered the wound and drove straight to the hospital in a panic. I tried explaining what happened but I was seen as merely crazy or traumatized.
I went home and decided it was best to confront her, to try and figure out what she wanted or to try to get rid of her. I turned on the light and gazed into the mirror, sure enough she was there, knife at the ready to slice our throats together. I tried yelling at her to go away, to leave me alone; she simply grinned and began to cut again. I charged over and flipped off the light, stopping the cut.
I quickly realized she can’t hurt me with the lights off, the cuts don’t show and I don’t see her. I walk into the bathroom each time I go to shower and I see her silhouette in the blackness each time, ignoring her best I can. I got into the shower, and rubbed my hand against the scar on my neck.
I feel her behind me every time, I hear her cackling, the blood dripping, I feel her standing behind me, razor in hand, and now I shower with the lights off, at least, until I have to shave again…
