Poetries by Battle__doom

My brother described me a story, It was quite horror, all about a mirror, ‌Story was about a dead person and a killer, Both of them were trapped inside that mirror. From that day, bad dreams started approaching in my mind, I found that killer in my mirror every time I woke up, Every time I see the mirror, I saw that dead person calling me to bind, From that day till now, I saw that killer calling me up. Days were passing but my fear was on great height, Everytime the mirror has a bright light and trying to holding me tight, From d day all my nights became quite, And my fear had approached a very great high flight. My mom dad came there as angles and made me sat in front of the mirror, Firstly i screamed, shouted and shiver, Then they made me suit in front of the mirror, Then I realise that it was just an imagination and no one was inside that mirror. On that day I realise to believe only in what I see, It purely depends upon the proc