Scared.

 Everyone is afraid of something. Don't tell anyone you aren't. You'd be lying and you know it. Me? I'm afraid of mirrors. Every night when I was little I had a re-occouring dream. In the dream I would be scared. Sitting in my room in the dark. I'd look out the window to see a starless black sky, and look back into my small dark room that was shadowed completely. I walk over to my big mirror and a feeling of terror comes over me, but my feet still move. I look in the mirror. My mouth is sewn shut and my eyes are pure black. There is somebody behind me. The thing behind me is a gray face with nothing on it but a small slit for a mouth. It opens the mouth as I try to scream. Then I wake up. So tharr is mah story. 
Over and out
       ~Cassie Behler