I decided to go into my sister's room, she doesn't care if I do that but she always said to me to "don't stand in front of the wall mirror for more than ten seconds."

That irked me, "What is so special about that piece of reflecting glass?", my opportunity came in a shape of a long week trip she had to do and I said goodbye to her with an unsettling smile.

At home, my parents were enjoying watching a movie, it was a pleasant spring night with a little breeze that renewed the air.

I finally entered that desired room of me, turn the lights on and everything was really clean and organized, I lay down in the bed and it was really comfy. It made me feel sleepy and that wasn't the idea so I jumped off it and I stand in front of the mirror.

I could see my reflection and every object that were behind me, nothing new or interesting, so I started yawing and sat in the floor, a few centimeters of the glass.

After a while, I saw my reflection moved a little bit to the right but I was not moving at all. Then it smiled and all the colors in the reflection were stripped off, just leaving black and white.

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I thought what the hell is happening and that me told me with his hands to put my left hand in the surface of the mirror. Was scared indeed but I decided to give it a try, I lay my hand in the mirror at the same space as the another me.

The fingers crossed between both hands, that person turned entirely black, started laughing hard and tried to pull me in with a really strong force.

I started crying, fighting with all what I got to get back my arm and hand that was consumed, it was indeed a tug-o-war.

Time started to stop, there was an argument between us, with or without words. I used my other arm to gain more strength but the shadow took that as a chance to sink me more inside.

Was really desperate, "Could I get away from it?", "No, you can't" was a reply from somewhere. I got a risky idea: have to break the glass.

I kicked it with both of my legs, the monster now seemed worried, growling like he was in pain because of what I was doing. After three kicks, I broke the mirror and was set free, that atrocity howled hard.

My arm was with bruises, I was crying relentlessly and my parents appeared because of the commotion, they hold me for some seconds to calm me down and get me to the hospital.

"What was that?", was a question everyone asked but until my deathbed I couldn't answer.