I have an eerie feeling,
a feeling I can’t shake,
a cold draft wraps around me,
one my heart can’t take.
I look into the mirror,
to see who stands behind,
a misty figures lurking there,
or is it of my mind.
It looks as if it’s shrouded,
a hand is reaching near,
trapped here with this awfulness,
although it isn’t clear.
I hold my breath and close my eyes,
a scream is deep inside,
a putrid smell in the air,
it smells like something died.
What happens now is terrifying,
the figures moving nearer.
She’ll get you too, I promise,
when you look into that mirror.
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