A teenage boy unravels the mystery behind a series of killings and the role an ominous house played in them.
I can feel my eyes wandering up to my reflection. I feel like I shouldn’t look. I don’t know why. But now I’m staring at it. Something sinister lies behind its eyes. Behind my eyes. It reminds me of when I was young, and I tried to run away from my own shadow. Maybe it’s chasing me again, this time in mirrors. I wonder, sometimes, if it sees things I don’t, into places I’ve never visited, far beneath the flesh and under the bone, where nightmares live, away from where I can find them except in sleep. I could be a monster.
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