text: *Dear Diary* Oh god... today has been one of the scariest days of my entire life, at first it seemed to be just a normal day, I got up out of bed and made myself a coffee, and sat down to read the newspaper, I saw an ad for this thing called the 'House of Mirrors', it seemed fun so I called a friend and asked if they wanted to come with me after work, which they said yes to. So after I finished work we both went to this place, it seemed like a pretty shady operation and the building was in a pretty bad state of disrepair, but the concept was super cool, basically it was a maze where the walls are made of mirrors that distort your body in weird ways, and the ceiling & floor were pitch black, it was a really cool idea, but when we got to the end we saw the final mirror. It was a mirror that supposedly could show you what you'll look like in the next 24 hours, me and my friend thought it was just a joke where they put a standard mirror Because not much will probably change in a day, but when we looked into the mirror, there was no reflection, both of us were confused and the staff seemed oddly concerned, but we assumed it was still just a joke and moved on with our day. That's when it started... On the way home, we almost got killed in a car crash, my friend pointed out that maybe the mirror was actually trying to tell us something, but I dismissed the idea. After we traded insurance details with the other person, we walked the rest of the way home. On the way home we went to get something to eat, and it went relatively well. We went to this Chinese restaurant and it was really good. I got chow mein and my friend had chicken fried rice. After this I was pretty sure all the fear was done for the day... oh how wrong I was. After we split up to go our separate ways, I went back to my house only to get a text from my friend that they had been robbed at gunpoint, and that the only reason they weren't shot is because a police car happened to pass by as this happened, which was odd. This is when I started to believe something might be up. A couple of hours later I was going downstairs to get something from the kitchen, when I slipped on one of the steps and almost fell, I managed to grab the rail but if I didn't then I would have been dead for sure. Now I was starting to realize that something was definitely going on and that mirror definitely wasn't a bluff. My chest is feeling tight now, it kind of hurts, but anyway, there's more to this, I tried calling my friend later and got no response, I tried texting them, no response either, I kept trying for a few hours but nothing happened, which leads us to where I am now, writing this diary entry. My chest is getting worse, it's getting harder to breath... oh god it's bad... I think... this is it, the mirror was right, to whoever finds this, that mirror is no lie, that mirror was right. .................................................................. (This is a shorter one than my last one, but I had the idea for the story and I really like how it turned out despite the short length, and I hope you guys do as well. And my next story will be longer than this one.