A short story

I glimpsed again the shadow, heard the sound once more, a faint, desperate cry……distant. There was a knock at the door, no one there. Turning away from the window I hear the crash of breaking glass and I could almost feel the sting of a freshly cut wound, the warm blood dripping from my open flesh and the room spinning, growing smaller around me as if the walls were closing in, could hear a scrapping like claws across the floor crawling closer, closer, close, louder and louder the cries, so loud then silence, nothing is seen. I look again, staring into another set of eyes staring back at me, grotesque yet eerily familiar as I peer deeper into the soulless mirrors of my own reflection, haunted as it watches the shadow emerging from the darkness within me……

May 25th 2017
©Debbie Berk

Animation created on my iPad, photo used is my own.