I am an absolute materialist.
Standing at the junction of light and dark, I looked up at the haunted house in front of me.
In the middle of the night, when I was walking to the bathroom in the dark with my cell phone, I was attracted by the mirror in the hall downstairs. The mirror was already covered with dust, and I vaguely saw two figures appearing in the mirror, one tall and one short. I turned the mirror around and went upstairs with my slippers on.
[December 20, everything is normal, nothing happened] After closing the pen cap, the next second there was the sound of wheels rolling outside the door.
The mirror in the hall returned to its original position, reflecting light onto the floor in front of my door.
I came to the mirror again. The faint moonlight added color to the mirror. My blurry figure in the mirror was obviously thinner than the first day I came here. I had to pay attention to exercise. I thought about it and put my hands on the mirror.
"Are you afraid of me?"
A sentence appeared on the mirror, and I stopped what I was doing, "I'm not afraid." The answer that came out of my mouth shocked me at first.
"Are you scared?"
I stared blankly at the text for a long time. Suddenly my shoulders sank, and a faint sigh came from my ears.
"Why don't you wipe off the dust?"
The dust was flying, so I did it. The dust was so confusing that I couldn't open my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, there was a long-haired man standing behind me in the mirror. He put his hands on my shoulders, smiled slightly and licked my ear. A chill spread down my spine, and my body shivered uncontrollably.
"You lied"
Intention: Beginning without words, ending without words