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**Batpool** · 03-06-2014, 09:46 PM

(So just a writers note, I decided to write twighlight zone like storys awhile back, been writing them out on my laptop, and that last one is one of them. These will be very short and Ill let you guys fill in the holes in the story and decide what you get out of it. I wrote these to be a TV script to FYI.)

EPISODE #2: The Man in the mirror

Howard was happy.
Life was going fine.
He has a beautiful wife, and he was taking his straight A+ son to his 5th soccer game.
Yep, life was going fine.
He glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure there was nothing on his face.
The man in the mirror grinned at him.
Howard was shocked, he blinked again and it was gone.
Just his imagination again, last time he thought the man in the mirror had said something to him, Howard was beginning to think he was delusional.

*30 minutes later at the soccer game*

Howard was at the concessions stand trying to get a poweraid for his son.
As he waited on the man behind the counter to fill his cup up, he glanced down at the metal counter.
He was puzzled briefly, he couldn't see his reflection in it, but puzzlement, was the last emotion he would have for the rest of his life.
A fist slammed into his head and everything went black.

*An hour later at the police station*

Officer Rkin couldn't understand what the heck was happening.
He had looked at the case file at least 20 times, still nothing new.
The son said his father was wearing a white shirt when he took him to the ball game, so did the cashier at the concessions stand, yet the man they had in custody looked exactly like Mr. Howard, but he had on a orange shirt.
But he looked exactly like Mr. Howard had, he even had the same fingerprints.
But the other man had a white shirt and the same fingerprints as Mr. Howard, but his face, it was mutilated beyond recognition.
"Bring him in again, I want to question him this time." Rykin said.

*15 minutes later, Rykins office*

"Tell me exactly what happened, NOW!" Rykin told Howard.
"Ok," Howard replied.
"Truth and nothing but the truth this time!" Rkin warned him
Howard grinned, and eased back in his chair.
"Ok then," Howard said, "I killed Mr. Howard." the alleged Mr. Howard said.
Rykin sat bolt upright in his chair.
"But why?!"
"I didn't like his face" the man said.
"This doesn't make any sense!" Rykin said, "Your bolth identical!"
"Im boerd now." the other man said, "Im leaving"
"You cant do that!" Rykin said.
"Maybey Ill see you again sometime," the other man said, "Maybey in the mirror."

*5 years later*
Rykin glanced in the rearview mirror, he was jittery, since this morning.
He could have sword he saw his reflection in the mirror grinned at him.

**Batpool** · 10-26-2014, 02:21 PM

Ok, please excuse the last entries as I had such horrible grammars and left so much out (might go edit that later) but now I have a bunch'a new stuff to share. I hope this can be considered redemption? I dunno, anyhow, this first one, is kind of a redo of the last one (Some might not like my format). Also, this is mainly horror, however I never resort to shock horror, I prefer to attempt the kind that lingers with you and leaves chills up and down your spin. Enjoy chumps!

MAN IN THE MIRROR:

"Log Entry #1 1989:

Has it ever occoured to you, what lies beyond the mirror?
Another dimension?
Nothingness?
Maybey hell?
I intend to find out this mysterey, but first we must look at the facts.
You look in the mirror, your doppleganger looks in the mirror.
You wave your arm, your doppleganger follows suit.
You look away, well, its assumed they look away.

Log Entry #2 1989:

My first experiment went without results, more testing is needed.
61839

Log Entry #3 1990:

I have results.
I have scary good results.
Good, is a loose term.
Through the use of several illeagle drugs, I stayed up thoughout the night, for seven days straight.
Watching the mirror...
Maybey it was just a hallucination, but I could swear to god and the heavens above I saw him blink.

Log Entry #4 1990:

This shall be my last entry for awhile, for I fear I have done something beyond my comprehension, so listen to me.
My name is Ray Kallus, the... Thing that is hunting me, is called Sullak Yar, and he wants my life.

Log Entry #5 1995:

He has my life.
The thing masquerading around as me isnt me, its something else, let me explain what happend.
I stared into the mirror, for as long as I could (over two weeks far as I could tell) but then...
I fell asleep.
I awoke to something cold on my throat, it was squeezing.
My eyes popped open and there he was.
"Ereh I ma" he said, "I lliw evah ot nrael ruoy egaugnal noos"
I... I didnt know what I had done.
But he couldnt kill me, if I die, he dies, and vice versa.
But he is not me by any stretch of the imagination.

Log Entry #6 1996:

He figured it out.
He can kill me now.
God help me.
A new reflection has taken his place on the other side of the hellish portal we call a mirror.
I am no longer needed.
And he can reflection hop now, I dont belive he is my reflection, I belive he is some sort of demon, atracted by beings who express to much intrest in the mirror.
Whatever you do, DO NOT STARE IN THE *blood stains blot out the rest*"

This, is the last piece of evidence, sureley the man is insane, but this thing...
I swear to god Ive seen something like it.
Im detective Will Gert, and I have expierenced this phenomenon myself.
I took this case three months ago, seems simple, isnt simple.
Man walks into building, man is seen leaving building.
Man is found dead in the building with a slash mark across his face.
I am seen at office, seven days after I take the case.
So many mirrors involved.
I pour over the evidence one more time.
I hear a door open behind me, and I jump.
"Sir" the officer says "we belive we have found the culprint."
I walk into the room, dreadful of whats to come.
Ive talked with killer before, I just hope he's not a psychopath like the last guy....
He grins.
Oh no.
"Hello detective" he says "Ive been waiting."
"Did you--" I begin but he cuts me off.
"Everyone in the mirror is one of us, when you die, we take your place. Im the first one of us in a thousand years to just snap."
"What are you?" I ask, Im getting angry.
"Not human," he replies "we dont normally kill you, but its just so darn fun. Usualy when we come into the human world, we become human. But not me, because I jump. I mirror hop."
"I dont understand--" I start, but he cuts me off again.
"Lli eb gniees uoy ni eht rorrim"
But dear reader, you see... I am that man.
I am the man in the mirror.
Hunting you.
Stalking you.
Taking your form.
Your friends and family will never know, not your wife, your kids, your friends.
But their next after you.
Look in the nearest reflecting device.
You see that thing there?
The one that looks like you?
Thats me.

FIN

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I'm especially proud of this one, my first horror story to get front page on PMC:

ALIVE:

I scream again, but I know my fate is as sealed as the stone which lies on top of me.
I scream the scream, not of a dead man, but of a living man, I wasnt dead when they put me in this tomb, and Im not dead now.
I pound on what I presume to be the lid of my tomb.
I remember ice skating with father, and I remember it giving way, and I was falling.
I remember sitting in my bed, sipping mothers warm chicken soup before the black came in.
But no matter what I remember, I am in our family crypt, no Oskwold has been burried elsewhere for centurys.
Even if I was not dead then, I am surly to die now.
The air is creeping tighter, I had always wondered what it was like being burried alive, and now I know.
Wait!
The air is becoming fresher!
The tombstone is shifting!
Someone has come to rescue me!
Its father!
I've never been so overjoyed to see his face.
"I thought you though I was dead!" I say.
"Only as dead as I and your mother are." He replys with a smile.
And then I see her, mother, the same woman who fed me warm chicken soup before I...
"I blacked out?"
"Yes son," my father says "thats all that happend."
"We just thought we had one last walk around before we're off to bed." my mother says.
"Well then," I say, "I shall walk with you as my first act among the living since my alledged death."
"Yes," father says thoughtfully, "Your alledged death."
As we walk about I see so many tombs, and then I see someone.
He's old, and weathered.
He has a boque of flowers in one hand, and holds a top hat in the other.
His face is old and weathered, and when he sees me, "Jeremiah?" he says aghast.
I realize who itis and so I say,"Yes its me, brother!" I say as I reach out to hug him.
He screams and drops bolth items in his hands and runs.
"Like its not uncommon to see other members of the family walking around here. For shame." mother says as she picks up the top hat and plops it on my head.
We approach the door, Im so excited to finnally get to go out.
"Ok now, thats enough." father says.
Im confused, I glance to my left and see to enclosed tombs titled Raven Oskwald, and Jeremy Oskwald, my parents names.
Mother grabs one of my arms, and father grabs my other, they spin me around and start walking.
"What are you doing mamma and papa?" I ask frantically, for I know not what they are doing!
"That avalanche realy did a number on me." mother says.
"Well at least you didnt have an axe burried into your skull." father retorts.
Then I notice they're starting to pale.
"Oh deary me," mother says "it wont do for him to see us like this now will it?"
I notice a long gash growing across fathers face, and mothers fingers crumblings off.
Then I see it, my tomb, from which I had just came.
"What's happening mama?" I ask frantically, Im struggling now, but to no avail.
They lay me down in the tomb.
"1981" father says.
"1986" mother says.
"Jeremiah Oskwold 1896-1904" they say in unision, thats my name, and my birth year, but...
"You are only alive as us." this time it sounds like over a hundred voices all said it at once.
And the stone lid is put back on my tomb, as I realize the cold hard truth.
I was never alive to begin with this whole time.
I, am dead.

Fin

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Last one guys, my most recent to, hope you enjoyed.

IMAGINARY

“Thump. Thump” I hear, the little noises in the night. “CREAK” the house says, as it settles in, and there I lay in my bed.
Every now and again Ill see them, the shadow men.
A figure in the closet, a bulge in the shadows here, a vague shadow there.
But I remind myself, its pitch black, I can’t see anything, its to dark.
A shadow flits across my moonlit room, then a heavy sigh.
My limbs lock up in terror, Im about to yell, but then I remember, its just my brother on the bunk bed below.
My demons and fears manifest in hallucinations, just out of eyes reach, and I wonder, how real are they?
I sit here and think, I glace over the edge of my bed, something ducks out of eyes reach outside the window.
I dive back under my covers, I dare not pop an eye out for fear of--
“Creeeeeaaaaaaakkk”
The closet door, wait, was it already open? Yes it was.
The shadow outside the window is back, oh god, no please don’t--
Its just a cat, heh.
The dog would bark if anything was here, Im safe, Im sound, nothing will touch me.
The bulges and shadows I see in the corner of my vision, yes, its just my imagination.
Shoot, I have to take a pee.
I get up out of bed, and tread the dark hallway to the bathrooms light, whats that?
In the closet across the hall I thought I saw… No.
No more fear this is silly.
I do my business and return to my room, only to find a figure in shadow standing in the dorway.
I freeze up, Im paralyzed, I can’t go like this!
No please!
Wait...
Its just my brother, up to see where I had gone off to.
I climb into bed and rest my head on my pillow, free of all fear.
“Its just my imagination.” and my eyes drift shut.
Then I feel it, something warm on my throat, clenching it, crushing it.
My eyes flutter open, and hazily see the black outline of a my standing over me.
“You should have checked the hallway closet.”

Fin

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