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.

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.