A Reflection in The Mirror
Mark had just finished recording his last video for the day,
“Thank you everybody so much for watching, and as always I will see you in the next video. Bye, bye!”
With that said Mark turned off his camera and leaned back in his chair, satisfied with the recording, he sighed happily and said to himself,
“A quick snack then I’ll edit the video”
Mark rose from his chair and made his way to the kitchen, once there he grabbed the ingredients needed to make a sandwich. But as Mark began making it he heard a loud knock at his front door as if someone tried to break in. Concerned Mark motioned over to his room quietly, inside his wardrobe he found a wooden baseball bat. Grabbing it Mark slowly made his way to the origin of the noise trying to be a stealthy as possible. He thought to himself gleefully,
“Nobody can out sneak SCP-Markiplier! The most lethal SCP!”
Slowly Mark peeked around the corner to see his living room, it looked relatively untouched. Mark lowered his baseball bat slightly thinking he had just over-reacted when he noticed that just to the left of the room, his front door was wide open…
Immediately raising his bat Mark quietly approached the door and peered out, there was only darkness and a gentle breeze flowing by. Satisfied with his solitude he closed the door and looked around his home for any signs of a break in. Not acting fully serious as he searched his home Mark joked to himself,
“Come on in ghosty goo’s I ain’t scared of you”
Mark finished searching his home but he didn’t find anything strange or out of place so he assumed that the wind just blew it open. He didn’t like settling on that solution as it was really unlikely that the door would just open like that. Just to be on the safe side he double locked each door just in case.
Mark returned to his desk, sandwich in hand, to edit his game play. But during this he felt an uneasy atmosphere settle over his house like a blanket, as though the wind had brought something with it when it passed…
After a few hours of editing Mark had finally finished after uploading his two videos he sighed,
“Jeez I’m beat; I need some sleep”
Mark lazily left his chair and meandered over to his room and slumped into bed letting the darkness envelop him. Then, the darkness changed, it morphed and twisted around him. Mark looked around confused, he said aloud,
“This is a weird dream…pretty dull as well”
Then whispers began to echo from the darkness at first they were quiet and slow but they eventually became very loud and overbearing forcing Mark to cover his ears in pain. Then through the noise a familiar laugh pierced through…Mark lowered his hands from his ears as the whispers stopped as though commanded by the laughter. He looked around trying to find the source of the laughter, then just as quickly as it arrived…it stopped. Silence reigned for a minute as Mark glanced around the darkness, he broke the silence with a nervous laugh,
“Hehe…not the worst nightmare I’ve had”
His confidence returned fully as the silence continued, he gloated,
“Come on me! You can do better than that, I’ve seen better scares in a cheap indie horror game!”
Silence reigned for a moment longer before Mark continued to gloat to himself,
“Well subconscious I must say your lacking a bit here on the scares-”
“DO NOT TREAT ME LIKE A PATHETIC INDIE GAME MARK! I AM NOT HERE TO BE CRITIQUED!” a booming voice thundered from the darkness interrupting Mark’s gloating.
The sudden noise made Mark jump, he stepped back a few paces frantically turning his head to find the source of the voice. Then a confused look plastered his face as he recognised the voice somewhat…it sounded a lot like his own…but darker and almost demonic.
The voice returned, still demonic sounding but softer than before,
“You say this is not the worst you’ve seen, but just wait dearest Mark…just wait…”
Then Mark jolted awake, he panted as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, he quickly calmed himself as he knew it was just a nightmare. He smirked at his own silliness and drifted back to sleep once more.
The next day Mark woke up in a good mood, he didn’t bother to change he felt like having a lazy day. He went to the kitchen and poured himself some milk and cereal and ate it smiling. He looked around his home and smiled, he was so grateful and surprised at where he was and what he had accomplished with his fans…it was so humbling. With this Mark’s energy was revitalised he sat down at his desk and turned on his computer, he started to scroll through Steam to see what he should play today. But something was wrong…they were all gone! Horrified Mark said aloud,
“What the fuck?! Where the hell did my games go? Don’t play with me Steam!”
Mark frantically searched the help section for any advice for what was going on, but there wasn’t anything useful on the forums. Deeply annoyed Mark scowled and said,
“Well there goes my good mood… I suppose I play another Vive game”
With that Mark began to set his recording equipment, just as he turned on the coloured lights they began to flicker as did the rest of the lights in the house. Mark paused and looked around he muttered,
“Okay…could you quit it?”
The lights didn’t obey, each bulb burst causing Mark to flinch as some glass nearly grazed his arm. Thinking nothing of it Mark motioned his way through the darkened room to the curtains. But as he touched them the same voice from his dream spoke harshly,
“WAIT! Don’t let the light in…”
Mark tensed up, someone was in his house…he slowly turned to see an empty room. Gathering his courage Mark called out,
There was silence, Mark made his way to his bedroom to grab his baseball bat. But when he opened his wardrobe the bat was gone. A little more frightened Mark quickly went to the kitchen to grab a knife but the rack and drawer was empty. Mark began to panic as his ways of defence dwindled. His mind raced for another weapon he could use, then he remembered his recording equipment, a boom pole could work. Mark quickly ran to his living room to grab the boom pole. But when he got there his equipment had moved, anything he could use was gone. Mark was really scared now it was as if the intruder could read his mind and knew everything he would do. Without a weapon Mark decided to call the police, he reached for his left pyjama pocket but his phone was gone. Mark froze, his phone has been in his pocket since he got out of bed. How could the intruder have gotten it? Then the voice returned,
“I have something to show you Mark…come to the bathroom…”
Mark tensed up, he clenched his fists ready to take on the intruder. As quietly as he could Mark approached the bathroom and peered inside. Everything was as it should be but the shower curtain was closed. A bead of sweat dropped down Mark’s face as he slowly approached the curtain reaching out his hand…Mark attempted to swallow his fear. He grabbed the curtain and swung it along quickly.
There was no-one there.
Mark breathed softly as he turned around, but he jumped back as he saw himself in the mirror he leaned his hands on his thighs and laughed cautiously. He just assumed that he was just overreacting to the power going off. Mark straightened up and looked in the mirror but he didn’t see himself any more…His reflection was darker. Its skin as grey as death, eyes burning like torches and as soulless as a sharks. Its hair was darker than the night itself and its teeth…they were sharper than any blade, shaped into a most sinister grin. It was Mark…but it was like he was his complete opposite.
Breathing heavily Mark approached the mirror, the reflection copied his movements. He rubbed his eyes as to see if they were deceiving him but what he saw before him didn’t change, its smile grew wider. Mark’s lip began to quiver as this situation was far too real for his liking. He tested the reflection again by waving his hand back and forth, it copied the movement perfectly. Mark lowered his hand not taking his eyes off of the mirror, the reflection was unblinking. Mark reached out his right hand to touch the mirror, the reflection followed suit. As his hand touched the mirror he whispered,
“What…what are you?”
Then the reflection took away its own hand and replied sinisterly,
“Why, I’m you…”
Mark took his hand away from the mirror, scared that it actually replied. But before he could say anything else the reflection lunged out of the mirror and grabbed both his arms. Mark screamed in terror as the reflection dragged him into the mirror, he couldn’t fight against its immense strength. Within a minute Mark was dragged from his world into the world of the reflection…