A cold morning of December Walberta woke up to find herself covered in sweat and

trembling, she had been having nightmares since ´´that´´ day, and they would follow

her through the years never fading away.

She got up from her bed, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, she thought

that might calm her down. Although it was the third time tonight that she had woken

up from the screams in her head…

Suddenly, she heard some footsteps, which didn’t make much sense since she was

alone in the house, her parents were out of the city in a business trip, and they said

she was old enough to take care of herself, she had only recently become 18.

Her curiosity

won over her

sense of danger

and she slowly

walked to the

living room,

where a big

mirror looked

back at her, ´´a

beautiful piece´´

her father had

said when he

got it in a garage

sale, but for her

it had always

been creepy,

especially because every time she looked into that mirror, only she could notice a

weird stain on it, like if someone had splattered some black paint on it.

She wanted to look deeper into the mirror as in her head she thought the stain was

transforming into something strangely familiar, but she suddenly stepped away as

she remembered that if you looked too much at a mirror your face would deform.

She turned around and started to go upstairs, she grabbed her phone and

wondered why it was downstairs, she thought she had left it upstairs.

As she opened the door to her room a FLYING FUCK APPEARED !!!

It was her friend Jeppeto who always liked to play pranks on her. ´´So those were

the footsteps she heard´´ she thought to herself. He stood up from her bed and

started getting closer to her.

She took up a defensive pose and looked down at him. He threw her a smirk and

said: ´´I thought I might scare you but you´re a tough nut to crack. I heard you were

all lonely and scared in your house so I came by. And on the way also invited some

friends over so we could have a party.´´

She turned around and behind her there were 4 other guys smiling playfully at her

as they just entered into her room, sure it was a weird sight to see, the problem is

that Jeppeto, and the other guys who were all friends of Walberta… Were already

dead, she was now in a room with 5 people who had died during a serial killer

attack to a friend meeting they had, that’s what ´´that day´´ meant to her, the sole

survivor, but they had never found the culprit.

She started doing what her therapist had recommended, she closed her eyes and

imagined that nothing had ever happened. And slowly began to breathe in and out.

She then suddenly felt a cold hand on her but going slowly up her back. She

opened her eyes and turned back, realizing that it was only Jeppeto being childish

as always. He looked at her concerned, and asked ´´What is wrong with you? If

you don´t want to party you can just tell us, it´s no big deal we were the ones who

interrupted in your house.´´

She answered ´´On second thought, take this´´ she handed jeppeto a little paper.

´´What is this?´´ he asked.

´´That’s my number´´ she replied.

´´Wait really´´ he stuttered.

´´SIKE THAT’S THE WRONG NUMBER!!!´´ Then she slapped him on the face…

´´That’s payback for breaking into my place without permission´´

But for her demise she slapped him so hard that she broke his neck, but like it was

nothing she just went like: -- GIT GUD BRUH—