MajkaShinoda626

Mike wore the same thing every night: a red button-up shirt with a black plaid pattern and ripped blue jeans. He had the same objective every night: find Chester. Unfortunately for him, he was never in the same hallway. Tonight, he found himself in a brightly lit hallway with white walls. Needless to say, it hurt his eyes. Wait, I know I'm dreaming. Can't I just dim the lights? Mike tried with no effect. "Chester!" he called as he walked down the endless hallway. He wasn't sure why he searched anymore; he always loses him. Every time Mike does find him, he turns to ash. In most dreams, he never does. "Chester! Chester!" No answer. "Chaz, where are you?" "No one cares." Mike stopped. Chester never replied to him in this recurring dream until now. "I care!" he said, "where are you? I've been looking everywhere." "Ask the person behind you." What? Mike turned around. He started upon seeing it was his self, and his self tilted its head to one side as though confused. "This is

Tap. Tap. Tap-tap-tap. That was what Rob Bourdon woke up to. Must be a branch hitting a window, he thought. Ten minutes later, it came back. The tapping! It had a time signature of 3/4. Maddening. Rob groaned and rolled out of bed to tell whoever was tapping on the window to knock it off. But when he got to it, he saw no one there. Tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap... He gasped, the mirror! I have no idea how, but it's coming from there. So, Rob went into the bathroom, and it seems normal to say that standing inside the mirror was his reflection. His parallel reflection, not his actual reflection. Brown shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, a beard, wearing glasses and a black sweater even though Rob was wearing a grey t-shirt. The reflection looked...worried. It placed a shaky index finger on the glass. He saw red on its hands, are your hands bloody? HELP HELP ME. HELP ME. I'M HELP ME. I'M TRAPPED! "You're my reflection," Rob said, "you live in the mirror." I have finally gone