I'm frozen in my bathroom, unable to move even a finger. My heart beats harder than usual through my chest because I'm holding my breath. I try hard to keep my eyes down looking at the marble instead of looking up. I can't hold this pression. I need to look.. what's behind me. This is too much. It's the most terrible sensation that I ever had. Maybe I'm going to need psychological help if I do it. Biting my lips anxiously,, I force the muscles of my eyes to keep looking at the tap when I just want to see what the hell is happening inside here.

Tears of sweat starts to form each sides of my forehead. I just want to lift my head and look... there. 

God... when the hell it's going to finish this anxiety?! 

My throat moves when I swallow my heavy saliva... when I see the arms and hands from a brown - bloody body standing there through the mirror but the person tells me not look up at her... her voice is feminine... somehow, it sounds like.. mine. My world stops when she's coming closer to my left ear, moving softly my black hair away, and she whispers, "Don't scream... look at me now".

A day after reading the story "The Proxy" from the author kyaccha, I just had this idea flying around my head tonight when I was making my food in the kitchen..

I need to let this out hehe.. If you like horror stories, I invite you to read this ;) =D

Sleep like a baby tonight... *smirks*

[It doesn't have a lot of horror.. just a little ^__^]