Title: The Murderer
Summary: When he sees a murderer, Peter Kirkland calls the police like a good little boy. Unfortunately, he is looking out a glass door.
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: Hetalia Axis Powers and the short stories of creepypasta dot net are the creations of Hidekaz Himaruya and an unknown author respectively. I am merely a writer taking creative liberties.
You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you.
You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now.
You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow.
It's his reflection.
Peter Kirkland was perfectly happy to be at home alone watching Doctor Who and eating cheese puffs. After all, his jerk of a cousin and guardian Arthur did not let him watch television as much as he would have liked and certainly did not let him eat food other then the Scones of Doom™. It was good to be home alone.
However, just as a cheese puff was about to meet its doom between the almighty jaws of Peter Kirkland, the show switched to news. Peter huffed in annoyance until the profile of the murderer came up. He had just seen someone who matched the profile perfectly out in the garden. Could it be…?
He snuck a look. The strange man was still there, behind the sliding glass doors separating the garden from the living room, and he was smiling. At Peter.
Peter's heart rate picked up and he began hyperventilating. With trembling hands, he picked up the phone and dialed the police. It was going to be all right, the police would come and take the murderer away, and he would be…
He looked out the window as he waited for the operator to pick up.
The phone dropped from numb hands as Peter realized there were no footprints in the snow. The murderer he was seeing was a reflection.
Mercifully, he blacked out.