The Man Who Wasn't There
By Mace Ecam
As I was walking up the stair
Ron woke up screaming. Sweat pored off his head. He shakily stood up and made his way into the bathroom. When he got there, he placed his hands upon the sink shook his head. He rinsed his face and rubbed his eyes. He looked up at the mirror.
And screamed.
I saw a man who wasn't there
Nothing. There was nothing there. The blue smirking face that he had seen was replaced by the normal colored, if slightly red face that he saw ever time he looked in the mirror.
He wasn't there again today
Slowly, Ron backed up, till his leg hit his bathtub. Grasping the wall, he slid down the wall, tears flowing down his cheeks.
Oh how I wish he'd go away