I was completely stunned.
“Who am I?” I thought. “More like, what the hell are you?”
I didn’t speak those words aloud but the inky figure responded to me anyway. It’s voice so hideous & gangrenous, it’d knock a horsefly out of the air.
“Come on now. Don’t act like you don’t recognize me,” It said. “I am the culmination of the thoughts that swim around in your head at the dead of night. The thoughts you try to pretend didn’t occur but totally did. Your repressed urges. Your deep down ugly that you refuse to claim.”
I turned off the faucet that was still running and put the toothbrush down. I didn’t have time for this shit. Not that I had any pressing obligations like work, school, or anything of that sort that our society views as productive.
But like…what the hell, right?
“Don’t speak, just listen,” It croaked. ” You have a choice to make. Follow me right now or stay here and die.”
“What?” I managed to squeak out.
The reflection of the bathroom in the mirror faded away. A kaleidoscope of colors I had never seen before replaced the familiar taupe walls and off-white cabinets. Wormhole is the only word that comes close to what I was seeing.
I looked away from the mirror and took in my surroundings. It was the same old bathroom.
“Looking away isn’t going to make me go away,” It said. “And I said don’t speak. There’s no need.”
I looked back to what was once a mirror. The creature had it’s back to me, and was walking away, towards the flashing vibrant vortex. Without looking back, It said
“Are you coming or not?”
I raised a hand and placed it towards the mirror and was instantly sucked inside. I turned around and I could see the bathroom I was once standing in, as if I were watching the most boring show to ever air on a home improvement network channel.
“Hurry up!” the creature shouted.
I turned back around to face It. Amongst the all of the colors, it’s inky outline stood next to what appeared to be a door.