Randy was pissed. His stupid bitch of a sister had ruined his chances to score with Amanda Miller. He set on his bed letting his mind wander between what he was going to do to pay the little bitch back and what kind of fun he would have with that Skylar slut when he got his hands on her tomorrow night.

He got up and went into the bathroom to take a piss. Maybe he shouldn't have had six beers earlier. They were really taking a toll on his bladder.

He walked past the sink to the toilet, but stopped and turned to face the mirror over the sink. For a second, from the corner of his eye, it looked as if his reflection had been doing something he wasn't. But that was ridiculous, a person's reflection didn't do things on it's own. He shook his head. He must be more tired than he thought.

He finished using the toilet and flushed. He walked over to the sink and opened the medicine cabinet. He pulled his toothbrush from the holder and reached for the toothpaste. Just as he was about to put it on his toothbrush the light flickered. He looked up at the fixture, but it stopped just as suddenly as it had begun. He frowned. He would probably need to replace the bulb soon.

He shut the medicine cabinet door and caught the reflection of a boy with long dark hair standing behind him. He jumped and dropped his toothbrush into the sink as he whirled around. There was no one there.

Shaken, he turned back to the mirror. Nothing there but his own reflection. He let out a breath that he didn't even realize he had been holding. He picked up his toothbrush from the sink and finished brushing his teeth. He bent and spit into the sink. Raising up he caught movement from the mirror above him and glanced up. Though he was bent, his reflection was not. It stood looking down at him with an evil smile.

He leapt away from the sink and ran for the door. Once he was through, he turned and slammed the door behind him. What the hell had just happened? One second everything was normal, the next his reflection was doing things it shouldn't.

He stood trying to catch his breath and calm his heart that was hammering in his chest. His hands were shaking. He suddenly felt the urge to pee again, but there was no way he was going back in that bathroom.

From behind him he heard a creaking sound. He froze for a second before turning around. His closet door was opening. He watched as the door slowly creaked open, exposing the full length mirror on the inside of the door. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as the light above his head began to flicker.

For a moment his reflection seemed normal until it moved forward. It's arm coming out of the frame. He stood frozen for a moment, watching as his reflection slowly stepped out of the mirror. As it began to move toward him, he unfroze and ran for the door, but it slammed shut before he could reach it.

He reached the door and tried frantically to open it, but it seemed to be stuck. He turned and watched as his reflection came closer and closer. He had no clue what it was going to do when it reached him, but he knew it wouldn't be good.

He turned back to the door and began pounding on the door yelling for his mom or his sister. Anyone to open the door. He looked over his shoulder to see his reflection had almost reached him. He ponded harder and yelled louder, but it seemed no one was coming. He felt a warmth spread across the front of his pajama pants and realized he had peed himself.

Suddenly the door sprang open and he rushed out into the hall. He whirled around and faced his door. Nothing was there. It was as if nothing had happened. his back hit the wall and he slid down it, pulling his knees up to his chest. He had heard the term scared of your own reflection, but he had never known what that meant until now. As he slowly rocked back and forth on the floor, he vowed he would never go near a mirror again.

Notes

Hehe. And that's why you should never get on a tricksters bad side.