Shhhhhhhh… The sound of rain somehow perplexed me on this night, as if a premonition for what’s to come. The wind was picking up a notch and the cold had invaded my space of warmth in a matter that no storm should meet the task. The night was cold when it began a normal atmosphere for this type of night. I was brushing my teeth when it happened, I felt a presence in my wake but when I turned to an open window with wind blowing through. I kept going despite this unknown energy. I was getting in bed when it felt closer than before I asured myself, “ it’s just the wind and rain.” Despite this unusual feeling I tried to sleep. Next thing I knew I was dreaming. I had not recalled having a dream for a very long time, thus this was unfermiliar…show more content… Then the creature spoke! “ahh yes… you have come…”In a sort of mannerof speech of a man in his twenties. Then I replied with, “ uhh… I guess I have, who are you?” The creature then…show more content… He said, “ The rift, this is what you must see.” I said “ What do you mean? I do not see anything.” However upon foresight I saw what looked to be a mirror down in the hole. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and jumped down the hole! When I thought it was deep it was actually shallow. He was just pointing at the mirror. I looked in it and instead of my reflection its showed a child of not more than seven. I asked who this is and his reply shocked me more that any of this. It was me. When I looked deeper into it, it did look a lot like me, but I said, “ Why is it me?” He replied, “ Because It is reflecting your fear.” “ My fear?” I thought to myself but when I looked into it, my younger self was fearing something. Then Suddenly I knew, it was when I was in school and my dad on the couch sleeping and I was afraid he had died. As a child of seven I shuld have obviously known better but he did not sleep there usually and I was crying. Then the mirror changed. I thought it was me again in a bigger area, my kitchen. My mom was making dinner and this time I was six years I believe. She had grabbed a knife and was about to cut something I had foolishly thought she was cutting her hand off. When she started chopping whatever she was cooking I started crying and when I did, she picked me up and I saw she was only cutting
