You move in delirium. Slowly, languidly your legs carry you toward the silver glow emanating from underneath the bathroom door. The night exhales an icy breath and a shiver trickles through your body.
Your watch in a daze as your hand turns the knob.
Inside, the shattered mirror calls in its soft persistent tone. “Come see your truth.”
From the swirling depths of the mirror blank, milky, pupil less eyes stare at you from beneath sallow skin. Almost lovingly, the creature wraps its grotesque, mangled hands around your neck.
The truth suffocates you in silent terror.