A Mirror and a Nursery

I was strolling through my boyfriend’s house, holding his nephew, who was only a few months old. I just stared at his pudgy cheeks.
He’s so cute! I thought to myself.
I guess I was just a bored teen, just walking around for the heck of it.
Maybe I could actually go to the fair this year… I thought, but I decided against it. The fair costs so much money for only so much entertainment. Ridiculous, in my opinion.
I went into the nursery in which my boyfriend’s nephew was staying, and I put the infant into his crib.
Hush little baby, don’t say a word… I cooed, hoping to coax the child into sleep.
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird… I kept singing until the youngling fell asleep, and I quietly shut the door.
I walked down the hallway to the kitchen, in which there was a small mirror above the stove. Why there was a mirror placed in that exact spot, I don't know. Maybe Brandon’s mom liked to know what she looked like at all times?
I looked in the mirror. Dammit! I thought, That one zit is still showing! I still continued staring at my face, looking for any other possible flaws.
He was watching me. I saw his light brown hair and his scruffy beard. He was reaching for me. Yet, I didn’t move. I thought he was like a bee. He would leave me alone if I didn’t move.
”Hello, Jamie."
I didn’t respond, fear overcoming me.
”Why won’t you talk to me, Jamie?” He asked, his words chilling my spine.
”Don’t you want to talk to me, Jamie?”
”Don’t you want to live, Jamie?”
I didn't respond.
”Do you want to die, Jamie?”
I nodded, not knowing why. He started to reach for me when he vanished. He was gone, and I had no proof of the ominous man's existence.
That’s when I noticed him. The baby was out of the nursery, a mere 15 feet behind me, with an enormous grin upon his face, a hint of bloodlust in his eyes.
Category:Mirrors
Category:Beings
Category:Micropasta