Mirror Demons

It was a usual day for me. I woke up, brushed my teeth, had breakfast, went to school and then came home again.
But then it happened.
I was doing homework in my room, the only sound being the tip-tapping of the keys on my laptop. It was late at night, therefore the rest of my family were asleep. I checked the clock in the far corner of the room; it was 10:30pm exactly. I brightened the lamp next to my bed on my bedside table, and tip-toed over to the rusty mirror that sat facing the wall. I had always been afraid of mirrors at night, so I turned them over when it started to get dark.
I had every right to be afraid.
I flipped the mirror over, and stared at my reflection. I thought something was off, so I leaned in closer until my nose was almost touching the mirror. I stayed there for a while, until I finally drew back. In the mirror, my lips started to curl at the sides into a smile, so I reached my hand up to my mouth.
That's when I realised that I wasn't smiling, only my reflection was.
My reflection's smile grew into a demonic, almost manic smile. I touched the mirror, fear filling my body. 
Then it all went black.
I awoke, my reflection still grinning. It was holding a knife.
"What are you?" I asked, terror spreading throughout my tone.
"Have you forgotten?" It spoke with a paranormal voice, "I am your darkest thoughts. The thoughts that keep you awake at night. All those people in Insane Asylums are reflections that have escaped, trapping the sanity within you inside the mirror. Just like you now." I looked around, and realised I was on the wrong side of the mirror.
I was the reflection now, and my darkest thoughts were free.
"Thanks for releasing me. I'll have fun on this side." It smirked, and licked the blade of the knife. 
And with that, it disappeared, leaving me trapped as a reflection. All I could do was listen to the screams and cries of pain of my family echo through my house.
Never trust your reflection.
Category:Mirrors
Category:Micropasta