The Man in the Mirror

I'm losing hope. This is my suicide letter. You will never hear from me again. My friends. I love them. But I don't feel their presence in my time of need. A lot of times, I feel scared. Scared of the man I see in the mirror at night. He calls to me. Calls my name when all is dark. I can do nothing but cower under my blankets. Musting up a bit of courage, I peek at the mirror on the other side of the room. Inside, a tall man in a black suit with black eyes and slick black hair is standing, leering at me. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I sat there frozen, staring at the creature in the mirror. Then, in a cloud of smoke, he vanished.

The next morning, I told my mom and dad what I saw the night before. As expected, they didn't believe me, and insisted that I was dreaming. It was too vivid to be a dream. Too real. too...scary. It was no dream. That night, I slept. I woke up to someone calling. "pst.. psst... psst!!" I tried to ignore it and tried to convince myself that I was dreaming. "psst!! psst! PSSTT!!" it was getting louder. I shut my eyes tight and prayed to God for protection. as I prayed, I heard laughter... "MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!" it sent chills down my spine. I never felt so helpless...

Three days later, every night was the same. The lack of sleep was driving me crazy. For the sake of rest, I decided to stay at a friend's house. I slept soundly, until.... "psst! psst!! " Oh no, it was starting again! My eyes flew open and I sat up. The room was dark, and unlike my room, this did not have a mirror. But what I saw next nearly made me faint. He was there. on the foot of my bed. Grinning. his hair slicked back, eyes dark as the night. The man in my mirror. His grin scared me the most, it was like a shark's grin. Filled with rows of and rows of fangs....

"Aren't you going to ask God for guidance?" it said with a deep voice. then he threw his head back and started laughing... "MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" I was so scared that I started yelling myself. My friend came rushing into the room. I told him what happened, what I saw, and how I believed it to be the devil himself! My friend just looked confused and insisted that I was dreaming. He didn't believe me as well...

It has been a month. The creature is still following me wherever I go. I can't take this anymore. and the fact that nobody believes me... It's all too much! They fired me from my work and my parents think I'm going crazy. and now, I think I see him even in the day time! the man in the black suit, with the dark eyes... He's everywhere!

He's even here as I write this, he looks happy... I think he knows what I'm about to do. Oh God, why did you let this happen??

I'm going to kill myself. let them find this. let them know I'm not insane! The man in the black suit wins! I give up! Death is better than being tortured everyday! I quit!

EPILOGUE

Jack Smith was found in his bedroom, he shot himself in the head. His parents found his suicide letter on his laptop. They could not believe it. under his letter, a note written in really large fonts was found, and they believed it to have been added by the demon tormenting their son. the note read:

HE IS MINE NOW.