Sunday 23 January 2011

Mirrors

Recently, I've been seeing things in the mirrors of our house. I've never been fond of mirrors and I've always avoided looking at them. There is something I find deeply disturbing with staring at your own reflection, specifically into your own eyes... It is strange, why should I be afraid of my own gaze? Though I'm not exactly afraid, but it is... unsettling.

But what I've seen apart from my own visage in the mirror is... the Tailor, I think I shall call him that. The first time I saw him he appeared in the full body mirror I have in my room, just behind me, gesturing with his hands as if he wanted to tell me something, or like he was trying to direct my attention towards something - I don't know as I was too shocked to think clearly. This only lasted a brief moment and when I turned around he was gone, and there was no one to be seen in the mirror except for myself. I haven't written this down until now because I keep thinking that if I pay too much attention to these delusions they will only become worse. I keep seeing things in the mirrors, but they are only brief glances - most of the time it's probably just my clothes or the curtains fluttering... still, I don't have any mirrors in my room anymore.

Thursday 13 January 2011

Late Christmas Card

I got some mail in my locker - at first I thought it was just some other pupils messing with me since it's not unheard of that they put stuff in people's lockers, but then I looked closer...


The first week of school hasn't even ended, yet things are getting stranger.

Judging by all of the things that have happened recently, I think it's only natural to assume that this was drawn by Brian. First, one of my drawings ended up in Brian's house, and now I've received a Christmas Card that was meant for Mary. Whoever this mysterious mail man is, he or she isn't very punctual.

What does this mean?

I don't know.