A man knocked on the door, his hands twitching and knuckles wet with the pouring rain, the sound of the knock overshadowed the noise of the loud, aggressive downpour. A few seconds of silence, only the sound of the raindrops. The door opened, a woman, mid-thirties, opened the door. She was dressed in warm clothing, an over-sized sweater and tights. Her expression when she saw the man was not a pleasent one.

" What do you want, John?" She sighed, crossing her arms.

"Cathy... I'm not John." He replied, lowering the hood of the coat he was wearing, which was the only source of protection against the harsh downpour.

"What? Are you drunk?" The woman referred to as Cathy asked.

"Do i look drunk?! Can i come in? I need to explain what-" John was interrupted by a furious Cathy.

"Yeah you need to explain. You need to explain why you walked your sorry ass over here after i said i wanted nothing to do with you." She barked.

"No, you said you wanted to do with John." He remarked.

"Alright, I'll play along. If you're not John then where is he?" Cathy asked.

"Dead." He answered.

"Dead?" Cathy's voice sounded concerned but also furious.

"Before he died, he looked in a mirror... And his eyes.. My eyes..." John stuttered.

"Uh-huh. And you haven't been drinking... Look, John just... Go away. Or else i'll call the cops." Cathy reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone, she showed John the front of the phone.

John looked at the screen on the phone, revealing his reflection. Suddenly his eyes began to turn red. They began to bubble, turning into fire perhaps, nobody really knew.

"No! This is what happened to John! No! No! Oh my god!" John tried to cover his eyes.

"What?" Cathy looked at Johns eyes. "Oh my god! I'm calling the police!"

"Cathy, if anything happens.. I've always loved yo-" And with that, it was his end. His eyes in the mirror melted away into empty sockets. Cathy screamed as his body fell to the floor. She fell to her knees and wept for John.