Found it behind an Arby’s. Wasn't looking for a mirror. Was looking for a place to scream.
It’s a full-length mirror, ornate wood frame, smells like cedar and regret. When I brought it home, my cat refused to look at it. Now he’s missing and the mirror keeps fogging up even when it’s cold.
Sometimes I see myself blink, then I blink again, and I realize I hadn’t blinked yet. Once it showed me wearing a wedding dress. I’ve never been married. I screamed. The mirror screamed back.
I’m not saying it’s haunted. I’m saying I’m tired.
Mirror is heavy. You pick up. Do not wrap it in cloth. Do not look into it between 2–3AM. Do not listen if it starts whispering your name (it doesn’t know you, it lies).
Mirror must go by Tuesday. I think it’s getting stronger.