The Corinthian
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here's another story I've written, please tell me what you think.
It was a dark night, and sleep did not come easily to James, and when it did it was short-lived. James tossed and turned and finally woke. Thinking that the best thing for sleep would be some water and a swig of cough medicine, he got out of bed and went for the hallway. When he left his room he glanced over then froze at the sight before him. At the end of the hall stood a shadowy figure. James leapt back, alerted to his presence the intruder leapt back too. James began to slowly peek his head over the corner of the hallway to get a better look at whoever invaded his home, but he was still there, peeking his head down the hall, trying to sneak up on him. Thinking that caution was the most prudent idea, James crouched down and began to inch his way toward the door, to hopefully get the jump on the intruder, unfortunately the intruder had the exact same idea, as they paced and approached each other, James’ sleep-addled brain had a flash of insight, one that caused James’ left arm to slowly raise. As James’ arm rose, the intruder did the exact same thing with his own arm, James waved, so did his opponent. Then James began to laugh, the “intruder” was nothing more than his own reflection on the full-scale mirror he had across the hall, made dark and menacing by the lack of light. He approached the mirror and stood in front of it, admiring his image, he couldn’t believe he had been worried.
Then the reflection began to move. Its right arm slowly rose, as if through a thick liquid, James looked at his own arm, it remained stationary by his side. He thought of running but he seemed to be incapable of action, he was paralyzed by pure fear. The reflection reached, towards James, and out of the glass it took one step out, then two, then looked down at James with James’ eyes. The eyes then began to shut, slowly almost as if the reflection was to savoring its own ability to do so. When the eyes were closed, they once again opened, a white flash James believed to be the whites of its eyes revealed themselves to be teeth, and then they grinned. The beast, for it could no longer truly be called a reflection, began to reach for James’ throat, they caught hold and began to squeeze, tighter every second. Too late James’ began his struggle, his attempts to cry for help were strangled along with his life. Slowly, painfully, James died. The monster reached down at the fresh corpse that looked like him, and with the painstaking care, he removed the eyes from James’ body. His sockets opened their mouths wide as he placed the eyes in the empty slots. For an instant he saw the world through new, borrowed, eyes. The teeth closed, and then they began to chew. Then it turned back to the mirror it came from and grinned three evil grins.
James almost leapt out of bed he was so scared. Already the events of his dream and the horrible vision of his own death were fast fading from his mind. He panted as rivers of sweat ran down his forehead. As he wiped it away he felt his eyes, and was somehow reassured that they were still there, although he couldn’t say why. He closed his eyes to get back to sleep and as blackness began to cover his sight, two eyes appeared and they grinned as they waited for him to return to them.
It was a dark night, and sleep did not come easily to James, and when it did it was short-lived. James tossed and turned and finally woke. Thinking that the best thing for sleep would be some water and a swig of cough medicine, he got out of bed and went for the hallway. When he left his room he glanced over then froze at the sight before him. At the end of the hall stood a shadowy figure. James leapt back, alerted to his presence the intruder leapt back too. James began to slowly peek his head over the corner of the hallway to get a better look at whoever invaded his home, but he was still there, peeking his head down the hall, trying to sneak up on him. Thinking that caution was the most prudent idea, James crouched down and began to inch his way toward the door, to hopefully get the jump on the intruder, unfortunately the intruder had the exact same idea, as they paced and approached each other, James’ sleep-addled brain had a flash of insight, one that caused James’ left arm to slowly raise. As James’ arm rose, the intruder did the exact same thing with his own arm, James waved, so did his opponent. Then James began to laugh, the “intruder” was nothing more than his own reflection on the full-scale mirror he had across the hall, made dark and menacing by the lack of light. He approached the mirror and stood in front of it, admiring his image, he couldn’t believe he had been worried.
Then the reflection began to move. Its right arm slowly rose, as if through a thick liquid, James looked at his own arm, it remained stationary by his side. He thought of running but he seemed to be incapable of action, he was paralyzed by pure fear. The reflection reached, towards James, and out of the glass it took one step out, then two, then looked down at James with James’ eyes. The eyes then began to shut, slowly almost as if the reflection was to savoring its own ability to do so. When the eyes were closed, they once again opened, a white flash James believed to be the whites of its eyes revealed themselves to be teeth, and then they grinned. The beast, for it could no longer truly be called a reflection, began to reach for James’ throat, they caught hold and began to squeeze, tighter every second. Too late James’ began his struggle, his attempts to cry for help were strangled along with his life. Slowly, painfully, James died. The monster reached down at the fresh corpse that looked like him, and with the painstaking care, he removed the eyes from James’ body. His sockets opened their mouths wide as he placed the eyes in the empty slots. For an instant he saw the world through new, borrowed, eyes. The teeth closed, and then they began to chew. Then it turned back to the mirror it came from and grinned three evil grins.
James almost leapt out of bed he was so scared. Already the events of his dream and the horrible vision of his own death were fast fading from his mind. He panted as rivers of sweat ran down his forehead. As he wiped it away he felt his eyes, and was somehow reassured that they were still there, although he couldn’t say why. He closed his eyes to get back to sleep and as blackness began to cover his sight, two eyes appeared and they grinned as they waited for him to return to them.
