Even if the hands I was seeing and feeling were moving because of me, there was no way I could accept they were mine as they were small, white and soft—just like the ones of a child. Moreover, there were fine threads of long black hair falling on them. My hair was not of this jet black colour but dark brown and it wasn’t of this length either; it had been more than a decade since I hadn’t let it grow pass my ears.

Hold on… Though I was in negation, the fact that my hands were moving as I wanted spoke by itself. I turned back quickly and sat on the bed as I threw away the blankets that were warming me, This…

Short, my legs were short. I could see them very well despite the tufts of long black hair blurring the vision of my wide open eyes.

My blank mind began to think again after being frozen in place for a while, This makes even less sense than those images that… I left my line of thinking hanging as one of those images with unfamiliar scenes that strangely felt somewhat familiar took over my mind.

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I jumped out of the bed right away and I fell on the wooden floor with a resounding thud; I had stepped on the long white skirt of what I thought it was an old-fashioned nightdress as it was long and the fabric was thick. I didn't care about my fall, however.

The hands I didn’t want to acknowledge as mine picked up the long skirt and I dashed forward without a flinch—I needed to see myself in a mirror.

Even though I hadn't had a clear view of the place where I was, I knew where to find a mirror; there was one on a small boudoir desk at five metres from the bed.

This situation was becoming scarier by the minute as the many strange happenings were piling up one over the other before me giving them a proper explanation. My heart was in trepidation yet my mind was cool enough as to look for answers one by one.

I reached the bronze mirror in few seconds and I looked at my reflection.

Unconsciously, I shook my head, "That girl..." I said with a hoarse voice. It wasn't my reflection what I was seeing but the image of the girl I had watched on the quick series of images that had caused me a cutting headache before.