I stared intently at that figure. It had a face. It was quite odd actually.

I took a deep look into it’s eyes. That’s pretty much the first thing I look at when I stare into a face. It’s eyes were a deep, chocolate brown and there was no emotion in those eyes. They were just staring back. Just dull. Lifeless.

I thought if eyes were indeed the window to the soul, then probably this thing had no soul. It’s as if there was nothing to look into at all. It was a clear window with nothing inside of it.

Hollow. Empty.

This frightened me.

Because it suddenly came to me.

I was staring into a bathroom mirror.