The Eye Pact

When an antique bronze box arrived anonymously, curiosity got the better of me. The moment I opened it, countless writhing black strands of hair poured out, burrowed into my eyes, nose, and mouth, then vanished.

The next morning, I looked in the mirror and was horrified to see my reflection flash an eerie smile. “The contract is sealed. From now on, you are my eyes.” From then on, I was forced to help the evil spirit in the mirror spy on the entire world, until I discovered that the person it was desperately searching for was a girl I had hit with my car and buried after she died years ago.